Fathers Day.

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Today is Fathers day... and you know what.... Its ok.
I am watching my husband play with our son all day and it reminds me that...life goes on.
Yeah my Dad isnt here, but that is destined to happen. Im sorry about it, sad, but Im ok.
Andy is out now with Jack to the park, (before the rain hits AGAIN)
Then to Lowes for some much needed MAN time with tools and tractors.
My girls are not in such a good place today though.
My exes mother is very ill and home in VA dying of Cancer. He is understandably in a very bad place here in PA>
My girls called and asked him to do something with them today but he declined.
I am sorry he is not behaving the way they need him to be. He has his own demons.
Andy's father didnt answer the phone this am when he called to wish him a Happy Father day. I think that is better for him in the long run.
When ANdy called him for his Birthday he told Andy he could nt talk he was very busy.
OK Dad Happy Birthday anyway.
Yeah, not cool.
So today is about Fathers and their kids spending some time together and being grateful.
Andy is with Jack, his greatest reward.
My girls I hope will have some time with their Dad soon enough and rediscover that Tim is a good person just not TOGETHER.
I am spending some quality quiet time with my Pop as well. (Albeit in my head...) I am grateful, happy, and blessed.
Quick note of long ago Fathers Day.
NJ I was maybe 10. We had wicked rain and Dad was working I guess.
We got alot, I mean alot of rain.
He came home from work and the basement was FULLL OF WATER!!!
I recall it being up to the stairs.
My brothers, father and Mother all worked sweeping, sloshing, sopping, toweling the basement for the day. AND....
It was OK.
I think this is a true memory. I wonder if I make things up sometimes, or compile memories to make something new.
Ah who cares, I recall it is happy, and Ill take it.
Love to all, Happy Fathers Day to those that it applies. And even if you are not a Father, but love a child, Happy Fathers Day to you too.
You know that whole Village to raise child thing, yeah that means you.

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