It’s been a few days since the anniversary of my dad’s passing (7/22), and this year, I consciously held off on a post, until today when a friend told me I had too much faith in people.
I, refusing to believe it to be a negative quality, responded, “Faith is what we possess and accountability is what people should have whether or not we believe.”
Story of my life, and invariably, my feelings toward my dad.
He was not a full-time father, but I was a full-time believer. Countless times he’d make well-intended promises that were not-so-well-executed, but my faith never wavered.
My memories are not riddled with fights of the number of Father’s Days, phone calls, birthdays, and graduations he missed. They’re filled laughter, joy, and love for when he came through.
It’s not my job to hold anyone accountable, to make them feel bad for their choices. I’ve made it my job to not take anything for granted, nor turn people away.
I know my belief in him gave him a home to come back to each time, even if it was for one last time.
So today, I know that although he passed alone, my dad knew I loved him, always.
PS. The Chargers are no longer playing for San Diego, but I’m still excited for us to catch some games when the season begins. 🤣
Photo credit | Volkov
First posted | June 26, 2017