When my dad died I didn’t get a chance to say good-bye. I didn’t get a chance to apologize for things I didn’t say or know how to say. I have regrets.
The last three years have been mentally hard. My work situation has been challenging. I have been working hard to work things out. I haven’t been easy to be around. I also know that I can be strong, creative, caring, and will figure it out.
To understand me is to understand that I have connections with my dad through the natural world. This little patch of nature I have created in our back alley reminds me of the large spaces we had as kids to freely roam. I am grateful to my parents for giving us that and so much more.
I miss those spaces and I miss my dad.