The memories that shape our lives and relationships.
I want to say, walk away. Keep scrolling. Do not read this. Why do I feel compelled to give that warning? Because of the content. Because of various worldviews, values, beliefs that every person has. This post deals with working through the grief and the loss of my father. This post deals with memories that make me smile. And how is that bad? Or wrong? Well, it is not. To some it will be. To me, they are simply endearing memories that made my father, my father. Memories that helped shaped my love for him, my view of him, and my view of the world. This post is my reality. Let me be honest. This post also deals with "drug" use to some degree. Pot, MJ, 420, reefer. Whatever you call it, if you feel that in all circumstances, no matter what, it should never be used then this post will not be for you. It could cause you to look at me differently. It could cause you to have your own beliefs challenged. It could cause you to judge my father as a bad person dest