Dad at 85, Paul and Fran on a cruise together
Every Father’s Day is an occasion for me to get, deeper and deeper, the price I pay for remaining at odds with my father.
Even though he’s passed over. And reportedly having the time of his life.
The greatest cost is the loss of all deep relationship with the Father of All. That is a heavy price to pay. I have a good relationship with the Divine Mother and celebrate that each Mother’s Day.
But I haven’t mentioned the Heavenly Father or Father’s Day since the beginning of the blog, and all of it traces to my difficulties with my father.
Never knowing Dad was another price I paid.
So today, as my Father’s Day gift to you, Dad, I ask for peace between us.
I abandon warfare.
I let go of the animosity I feel.
The way I was going did not serve me or you.
I know you can hear me, Dad. I know you’ve already made peace with me.
You bore my animosity gracefully. This day I ask for peace and forgiveness from you.