Rainy Days

My father died right before father's day.  Not really sure why I felt the need to share that today, but its been on my heart for two weeks now and I just felt like I had to "voice" it. He was a horribly abusive man that I loved with my entire soul. He wrote me the most wonderful love letter that I still have, gave me my first yellow rose and poem for my mother, had the deepest blue eyes and would have stood almost seven feet tall were it not for the ravages of war that left him horribly crippled and addicted to alcohol. I had a therapist that had me drive to his grave in San Antonio with a candy bar because she thought my food addictions began with him. I left the candy bar on his grave as a way to be free from my food addiction. It didn't work. Maybe I'll drive to his grave again soon. I don't talk about my father because discussions about him make me cry. I don't really want to talk about him so please don't ask about him. I just had to get it off of my chest. Its out now. Ugh.

Rainy days always seem to wash in change. Alexander came into the world on a rainy day. I took him home on a rainy day. I don't have time to list all the other examples, but there are so many positive and also painful examples of change brought by rainy days. Maybe we'll get our new home on a rainy day. Wash away all things that aren't of you today, Lord.