It's about Darn Time.
It’s been a long time since I wrote anything. I’m not sure if I have had nothing to say, or if I’ve just needed some time to heal from my Dad’s passing. But here I am again, typing out my thoughts and trying to make some sense of them. When my dad passed away in January I was with him in those final days and hours and minutes, and although he was peaceful, I knew he wasn’t ready. And I think a small part of him was angry because he felt he was dying because of a choice that he had made to smoke all those years. He wasn’t ready to go, and he was angry he didn’t make changes in his life sooner to live a healthier, and longer life. I miss him. And one day I woke up and I realized that I was doing exactly what my dad was angry about. I was dealing with my grief and sadness by eating and drinking my feelings away. I was making a choice to do things to my body that would most likely shave time off my life. I looked at my kids, and I looked at my husband