Gratitude

Even though, in the end, it brought me much pain, I am thankful for the opportunity to have fathered 5 beautiful children. I am thankful that I got to see at least a part of their mother, the part she allowed me to see, and now that she is gone, I am thankful that I see more of her than ever before.

We all carry pain, we all carry trauma. I purposed in my heart that I would do everything I could do to end generational trauma for my bloodline, and even have the mark upon my body signifying this in a symbolic tattoo.

I hope that one day my children can see past the filters of subjectivity and see through objective lenses. I hope that one day my children and I can be reunited.

But, if not, I couldn’t be more pleased to have seen them grow up. I worked very hard to shield the amount of crisis they perceived, and I shouldered the weight of my own trauma in the best way I could to try to make their lives interesting, experiential, and joyful.

That is all for now.