"You always were a little runt"- Grandma
Grandma.
That was a funny word to write.
Still typing that word feels like a betrayal. I don't know why.
Daddy.
That is an extra funny word to type. Considering I've never used it.
But I heard it a lot these past couple of days.
Well, "Your Daddy..." To be certain.
I'm so glad I went, I wouldn't trade those 36ish hours for anything. I spent them where I needed to. With my family. With family my Father, my Daddy, spent time with.
It's time to give up the wounds he caused. I forgave him a long time ago, or so I thought.
Death is a funny thing. It changes people, not always in the best way but consider me changed.
I had this Dad, he sucked. Like big time.
He was wounded.
He was wounded to the very end.
"I said I do for the third time. This time I WILL make it work."
He was at least trying. Something I never really saw. But that's okay.
It's over now.
I learned lots of things this past week.
One. If you tell Uncle Bill you wanna drink with him, he will totally pretend to let you.
Two. If you don't see your grandmother or uncle for 12 years, they tend to cry when they see you.
Three. Just because your son divorces his wife and leaves his children, that doesn't have to change your feelings for them.
Four. Missing three days or work and time with your boyfriend to fix the family that was broken. Totally worth it.
Five. Saints won the world championship. (I'm never gonna tell Bill that I already knew that and I didn't watch the game so I could spend time with Josh.)
Six. "Would he really beat him??" "Yes" "Good, cause if he wouldn't I would come and beat his ass!"
Seven. I love my family.
Eight. Mobile homes are freaking awesome.
Nine. Grandmothers are so funny "Oh god! You stink!!" "No, no, no, NO posing!!. Candid pictures!"
"Did you shoot all that film up?"
Ten. You don't know what you have till its gone. Then you get family.
I have this, I don't know what to call it.
Whole heart?
Everything is just perfect.
I love it.
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