It’s one of those writing days where I would give anything to call up my dad and run some things past him. My dad died in 2014, and because of Ronan, I couldn’t properly grieve for him because Ro consumed my grief. It’s only now that I am finally starting to process the loss of my father, and it cuts deep. Our relationship wasn’t always easy, but it was raw and honest. I hate that I lost so much precious time with him because I was hurting. He did his best, and he loved me more than anything. He was wickedly intelligent, creative, passionate, and a true non-conformist. I will forever be heartbroken at the way he left this earth, and I left so many words unsaid because I didn’t know he was fucking leaving.
I am fortunate to still have my mom with me, and she is my source of strength. I am filled with gratitude for her in countless ways, which I am currently capturing in my book. If you are blessed enough to still have your parents in your life, cherish them dearly. Of course, if they are toxic and harmful, cutting them off is a valid option, and I fully support that. I consider myself lucky to have had wonderful parents, although I didn’t always appreciate my dad until it was too late. Despite his inner turmoil, I deeply miss him.
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