"Today is so much harder than I ever expected," she sobbed. I stood and hugged her to let her get it all out.
It is her 1st Father's Day without her dad. I believe she cried out her anger because her mood changed for the day. Sometimes, anger and hurt come out in different ways. In tears and words releasing from your body like a poison because it simply has to.
Brooke did okay. Okay means she went to Granny & Papa's house for a family get-together without bucking me and she ate. She wasn't shriveling in depression, even though she slept a lot. During lunch she wouldn't eat and I let her know she could leave the table, world war 3 did not happen.
Baby steps.
We celebrated Papa, my dad.
We celebrated David in our life.
I am grateful myself and my girls have both men. They fill a role I am not equipped nor was ever intended to fill.
