So it has been ages since I've blogged. I think a big part of that was losing my Dad, and while losing my Dad I felt that I lost some of my fire, some of my direction, and some of my heart. It has been four years since he passed away. Life has been challenging. My eldest son is now 16. We had a few really difficult years, but things seem to be ironing out a little bit. This past year I've kind of been on a personal journey and I've been really focusing on how I want to parent, and what I can do for my children. I've adopted a policy of love, and try to parent with first love in mind. It's not always the easiest thing to do, but it's helped. I want more than anything for my children to feel safe and loved with me. I think I'm getting closer to accomplishing that. My youngest is now 9, and wow life has been difficult for him. He is struggling immensely at school and his teacher and him are constantly in a struggle. I'm not sure what the solution is.
It has been four weeks since my Dad passed away and I miss him every moment. There are times when I think about visiting him, before I catch myself with thoughts of how I can't. The ache that came with his passing is still here; I feel it every day. I miss him so much. The funeral was so very beautiful. It was a perfect mix of spirituality and humor and love, and that was who my dad was. I had such a hard time up until that day. I hadn't felt my dad's spirit around me, and although I believed with all my heart he had moved onto a better place, I wished to feel him near me for just a moment. In the middle of the funeral, a dear friend of the family sang a song called "Whenever I hear the song of a bird." and it was in that moment that I knew my dad was there. With those words, singing of the beauty of the world, the beauty my dad loved so much, I knew he was with me. I had an experience a few days later as well. I came home and was walking up the