About eight years ago, my oldest daughter, Olivia made this sign for me and since then, I have kept the picture in my office. It serves as a reminder, motivation, & inspiration.
She was daddy’s girl. I remember those days well. Life is different now but memories always remain.
It’s been months since I left the planet that was destroying my life. Up until my departure, I questioned myself; is this the best thing for me to do. Should I walk away to prevent my children seeing their parents tearing each other apart. Should I walk away to save myself.
The answer may have been hard but it was for sure a yes on all counts. Walking away is tough but sometime necessary.
I was cautioned by several that if I walk, it may be a while, long while before I could spend time with my children. I didn’t want to believe it but the advice came to pass. It was true.
Being a father is complicated and I feel that we often do not get the support that mothers get, socially, judicially etc.
I NEVER thought that I would be one of those fathers that wanted to see, love, support, joke with his children but could not because of the other parent being an obstacle.
These last four months feel like fourteen. I’m looking forward to the time when this just a memory and I am embracing my daughters as I have since the day they entered this world baring my likeness, my blood, my name.
With all this said, trouble don’t last always and here’s a shout out to the men who understand the shoes that I’m walking in.