So Father’ Day has come and gone.
For any fathers I may know, I hope the day was exceptional.
My father included.
Father’s Day this year has given me pause to reflect. Something pretty amazing happened just prior to the day. A family I grew up with, girls who may have well been my sisters had accepted me back through ‘facebook’.
People I hadn’t seen or heard from since 2008 were interested, and more amazingly concerned about me. I was in awe. I’ve spent a long time ‘knowing’ I was unworthy, maybe hoping Kimmer hadn’t found out yet.
These lovely people were only disturbed by the fact I hadn’t let them know when I was at my lowest, sleeping on the street. Why hadn’t I let them help!
This weekend Kimmer and I went to a family reunion at her parent’s trailer park (insert your own joke here) and I met a multitude of people glad to see me and glad to see how I treat Kim.
There was a lot of joy.
And I was part of it.
Actual joy.
I realized since being in contact with my long lost ‘adopted’ family and being around the happy carnage that is my love’s family that I don’t have to be born into it to be part of a family. I only have to open my heart and let them in.
The man I call brother has no blood relation to me, but he is one of the most important people in my life. The people who found me will never lose me again.
And Kim’s family? Well, they just scare me.
What I’m getting at is whatever you call family, hold them precious, because they likely hold you that way too.
Happy Fathers Day
bradcurtis68 