Homeless and Heartbroken on Father’s Day
Visions of special gifts made with construction paper and crayons, Yankee games, BBQs, and best of all a home filled lil toes and faces that resemble my own.
Followed by the infamous question – “Daddy what happened?”
My eyes fill with tears, as I hold my head high and respond confidently “God is making Daddy a Better Person. Take care of Mommy and remember Daddy loves you.”
I tried to finish writing this post but my emotions have taken over my nervous system.
Happy Father’s Day.