As she walked upstairs to the apartment something didn’t feel right. Earlier that day she had spoken to him and little did she know what was to come. The door was cracked open as she entered the dark dwelling. “Daddy. Daddy. DADDY!” Those word met no reply. She turned the corner to see what she dreaded the most.
As she waited in the living room for the paramedics to come everything seemed like a dream. One after another they came. It was a nightmare coming true.
It was when she saw her Daddy’s lifeless body being carried out that she let out a scream because her world came crashing down….. Her Daddy was gone!
October 4, 2002 – She was me. I found my Daddy in his apartment gone. My life changed forever. The one person who accepted me for who I was had died. Was he perfect? Nope. Did he do everything a Daddy should? Nope. Was he forgiven? Yes. My Daddy’s death literally brought me life. Had he not been sick I would have NEVER moved to Jacksonville. In moving to Jacksonville I found a spiritual family like none other. I have healed emotionally in so many areas, my life is full and I am grateful. For the past 20 years that scenario has played out every year in my head. No one will ever know the heartbreak I felt from finding my Daddy who I loved unconditionally was gone forever.
I know that he is not hurting anymore, I know he is at peace and I was afforded the opportunity to be with him for 10 months before he passed.
The only guarantee in life is death. Love unconditionally. Forgive often. Make peace with yourself. Jesus has kept me sane all these October’s and if it had not been for Him I don’t know where I would be.
I miss you Jim Potts but it’s all good.
Today’s gonna be a good day!
Much love,
Black Mama
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