My Daddy
was my first hero
always there for me
with unyielding love
a listening ear
quiet understanding…
My first memory is him holding me in his arms dancing in the living room with “Mona Lisa” playing on the record player.
He worked two, sometimes three jobs so my mom could stay home. Time with him was precious.
We worked on cars and I rode with him on his trencher when he had his own business.
We went to many auctions. I was always able to bid on a treasure that often was hidden in a box of junk.
But he wasn’t perfect, nobody is.
Unfortunately, his last act on earth was the most hurtful to us.
Which brings me to the point of this diatribe:
Life and relationships
coexist
with sweet treasures
hidden
in boxes of junk
disguised as
Misunderstanding
Miscommunication
Mundane tasks
Mistakes
Hardships
Jealously
Acts of self-destruction
and many more examples that can cause hurt and pain.
The key is to
see the sweet
focus on the love
let the treasures
rise above the junk.
177 XO Lisa
Grateful, Thankful, and Mending! 
One day I will forget the end.
Just remember the times before.
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Godspeed to that happening- I am working on that very thing
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Well said Lisa! By focusing on the treasures of life, we can move forward from the baggage left behind.
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Sometimes the endings are hard… focusing on positive definitely helps! Thank you for the validation!
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