As I think of my recent loss and how I’m going to move on, one thing really hit home. That’s how his love for me was constant and unconditional. He didn’t require I do what he said; he didn’t ask me to be anything or anyone I wasn’t; he didn’t even ask me to stay with him. He just wanted to be a part of my life, to see me succeed, to know that I’m smart. He just wanted me to know that no matter what had happened in the past, or any current drama with my very dysfunctional, broken family, that I was still worthy of love; I would always be someone who made the world a better place just by being here.
On the other hand, he also said I could give stubborn lessons to a Missouri mule! Hahaha! (Truth.)
Recently, for some reason, perhaps due to the current family status, it really hit home that I was loved for 40 years, and I still feel that love. No matter what anyone else thinks, or how they treat me, I’m okay. I’m still worthy of love and always will be. And that makes all the difference.
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