February 28, 1982

This is a partial post of the one I refered to here.  Just to let you know where my head began, who knows where it is now!!  :)  Thanks to Adrienne for the suggestion!!

February 28, 1982

I remember it like it was yesterday.  It was the day my dad died.  I was 9.  It was the single most tragic thing that ever happened to me, and definitely affected who I am today, both negatively and positively.  I do my best not to focus on the negative, my daddy didn’t get to walk me down the aisle, he didn’t get to scare any of my boyfriends in high school (which is the singular reason I married that first guy, I’m convinced ;)).  But if you’ve been following my blog long, you know the negativity is something I struggle with daily.  I always see the bad BEFORE the good, and sometimes I don’t see the good UNLESS someone else points it out.  This, I truly believe is because of my dad’s death.  When you are nine, the world is supposed to be magical and Disney like.  Mine was not!!  However, I had a great mom and a great little brother, and grandparents who truly did everything they could for me.  And as horrible as it seems, I would not change my life’s path.  I was a VERY shy little girl.  Part of the reason I came out of my shell, was I was forced to after my daddy’s death.

Didn't work

I just spent an hour on a post that I'm afraid is to personal to post.  This isn't the first time I've had this struggle.  Just at the point of posting, the computer SHUT DOWN.  I'm taking that to mean, it's too personal to post.  So please know, I'm attempting to update this blog of mine.  However, everything going on in my life, is not fit to share with the general public!  :(  Please pray for me and my family!