Migraine remnant. Last night was pretty rough too. First time in ages.

I guess what I'm saying is if your father isn't in your life and he's still alive: repair that bridge before it's too late.

Unfortunately by the time I peeled back enough of my own internal bullshit, my dad's health was failing as he was succumbing to cancer, being a life-long smoker. I did get to see him one last time before he died but he was not who he once was.

I eventually settled on living with my mother because at least she was trying. I didn't understand my dad until after I had my own children and seeing how they were.

The main reason I have no pictures with him is because, quite frankly, he was not a huge part of my life. It starts with having divorced parents. My parents also used me to get back at each other.

I don't have very many picture of my dad at all. This is one of the few I have. Image [photos.app.net]

Trying to think if I even have a picture with my dad.

Lawn mowed, were and feed applied. Ready for a shower.