This time of year and the weeks leading up to the anniversary of my father's transition are normally difficult however the older I am blessed to become the harder it gets. I thought time would make it easier but it doesn't, it seems to be getting harder. He provided me with such a sense of safety and protection that I viewed him as super human. How fuckin awesome yet ridiculous is that?
He said he could beat it and I believed him because he always stood on his word. He set this standard in my life that has yet to be matched. I undoubtedly was his most difficult child. We bumped heads constantly. But almost 10 years after his last breath I still feel his loving protection around me I just miss his presence and that deep petrifying, paralyzing voice. My children wouldn't know any other way to behave other than tame with him near.
Fathers are so underrated and necessary.
A daughter’s first love and a son’s first hero.
Candace is a single mother, working hard to make a difference in the lives of her most precious gifts, her children. Her father passed away from cancer, and that has been one of her most difficult challenges to overcome. She is striving every day to be a better mother, sister, daughter, and friend.