A Year Later

Today marks the year anniversary of my dad’s death.  I never had the opportunity to say goodbye.  In fact, I learned of his death via the internet on 08 October 2008 when I googled him; I found his obituary!  It would be remiss of me to not mention that he was a good father to me in the way he could be.  He gave me a good home at the age of 12, food to eat, a safe place to be from a home of violence.  He gave me privileges that I would’ve never seen had I remained living w/ Mary Ann.

And so, a year later, I’m mindful of the things that I have from him:  my nose, my personality, my laughter, my spontaneity, my business savviness, and my wit.  I miss the BBQs, and I miss the lake and floating down the river.  Though we had some hard times and we never had the opportunity to reconcile, I have nothing but love for him.

I wish you peace, dad.  Those are my words to you that I never had a chance to say to you!  I’m a theologian and as a Feminist Liberation Theologian, I seek to have grace.