I used to think that I'd already mourned the loss of my father... later my mother. Never had a father. His seed sown at a summer fair, with a broken girl. He knew me. Held me in his arms. His first born. Mother showed me the picture. Met him again at 18. He agreed we looked alike - Never saw him again.
My man loved me. We had our family, four beautiful strong healthy boys! Thirty + years, then FUCKING cancer.... and now, four years later... I'm missing my Valentine. Feeling all the loss again.
He was everything, husband, best friend, lover, and the father I wish I'd had, the gift to our sons.
My loss and theirs.
