Dad.

I finally got to meet my dad for lunch yesterday, after quite a few months. Man, I miss talking to him and spending time with him.

I've had my internal battles because of why he left us, or rather why my mom told him to leave. But I've realized over the years that his wife (not my mom, he remarried several years after the divorce) really does take care of him and keeps him happy. After being with her for over 20 years and living with her everyday, I can still see how precious she is to him, even as he talks about her. The spark is very much alive. I'm not condoning adultery, but after all is said and done, I believe there were push factors that led to him looking elsewhere for emotional support. I'm happy that he has found happiness that looks like it'll last.

I believe this is why I feel so strongly about placing relationships above material things or convenience. I believe living happily with someone requires work, patience and understanding. I naturally do not possess any of these qualities. I'm lazy, impatient and easily irritable and picky. But at least I know what I need to work on and am trying everyday.

My dad. Even in his absence his love is powerful and has taught me the importance of putting my spouse before myself. He's taught me the value in being easy going and content with the simple things in life. Thank you, Pa.