Remembering Fathers...

I was working for most of the day today and I was a bit tired but knowing it was Fathers day, I wanted to visit my adopted Fathers grave at the conclusion. I traveled home and picked up Marcelina and Denzel and went to visit the grave of my Adopted Dad. I sat down with Denzel, and cleaned his headstone and it was a very different experience from any visit that I have had there previously. It wasnt mystical or eerie in anyway, it was just such a pleasant moment. I was so pleased that Denzel seemed to be interested to be there with me. There was no resistance from him, and with him doing things outside his normal routine can on occasion cause an amount of resistance and angst. There was none. My adopted Father past away when I was 14 and he never had the chance to to see me grow, see me marry or see my son or even my new car!

The sun was out for the first day of Spring and as it was Fathers Day in Australia it was a wonderful 20 minutes. I felt that dad was around and was happy that he wasnt forgotten. My thoughts drifted to my adopted sister Kayleena, and then to my birth father who passed away in the same year as my adopted father and then my thoughts drifted to my birth siblings. That brief moment today helped me so much in more ways than I could have imagined when the thought to visit the grave crossed my mind.

Thank you to the Fathers in my life. The one who sired me, the one who raised me and the ones who looked out for me through my formative years and kind of still do. I havent yet achieved the things I wish to in my life, but my respect and gratitude for the kindness, guidance and love they showed helps propel me to live a life that their influences would honour.

My journey continues........