||[Jun. 3rd, 2008|08:11 am]
My father died 4 years ago today. I miss him a lot. Sometimes I feel like I've been holding my breath for those 4 years, afraid of exhailing.
When I dropped out of school again last year my mother, in a (sucessful) attempt to hurt me, told me how dissapointed he would be in me. I like to think that he would have tried to understand, and help. However, if he were alive right now, I know he would be very proud of me, for how I am doing now.
I'm not doing anything special for the day. I've got work, and D&D, but I didn't want to let it pass unremarked on. I give thanks to The Spirit and The Goddess for giving me the father I had, and the years I had with him, and the lessons I have taken from him and managed to retain and continue to learn from.