Relational Home
Every time, without fail.. when I'm around my Dad, or when I talk to him or text him, I feel Home. And Home is something I've searched for since the moment I knew I didn't have a Daddy in the picture. I've searched for home in friendships, relationships, jobs, religion. In alcohol and various drugs, in sex, in shopping, and championing causes near and dear to me.
But none come even half as close as to being around, listening to, conversing with and hugging my Father.
Simply put, I feel robbed of precious time with him. And I'm still processing the whys, and how I feel about that, and what I need to do to resolve it within my own mind, body and emotions,
Meanwhile, I will effortlessly adore my time with him. I'm 50% him, 50% Donna, and 100% me. I'm proud to be the result. And in finally having this knowledge and understanding, I am HOME.
I love you, Daddy. To Saturn and back and back and back again.
