Growing up in a godly household I look back and realize how privileged I was. There was never a moment, not even for a second that I feared my parents would seperate.
This was unfathomable.
I knew when they disagreed, but my heart was never disquieted, because they always worked it out without putting on a display in front of us three children.
I grew up in peace.
Secure.
I grew knowing what it looked like when a mother and father loved one another and God, more than anything.
In my twenties my father was reinjured and began taking prescription meds prescribed by the doctors and so the decline began.
The day my Dad walked away from us was one I will never forget.
If you think waiting until your children are grown to leave your spouse will make it easier on your children, you are wrong.
If you believe that your role as a father is complete in any way when they are eighteen years old, you are mistaken.
Never underestimate the power you hold as a father. Not only to your young children, but to your grown children as well.
Less than a year ago, my Father passed from this life and I have grieved the loss daily.
But standing next to me, as I grieved my Daddy, were my babies…grieving their Papal.
The role of Daddy never ends.
It is passed from generation to generation.
Such is the impact of a Father.
By, Me♧
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