Merry Christmas to all... and a open letter to all...
It is Christmas, What ever your family and love ones celabrate, well wish from the bottem of my heart...
And something i can't help but to write give the time of year... ment for one, Who is not near...
But in this I hope there is a lesson to all.. to not be caught up.. in what you want... but to truly seen what is Needed by all...
Twas, the night before Christmas, as I write these words… Gabbi and Nicky all snug in their beds, with dreams of their presents dancing in their heads. The gifts are all wrapped … the stocking are hung, but surprising or not still no word from the bum…
Not that is a shock, after four years… but really it is Christmas… but where is the cheer, of good tidings and love.
For our daughter who is so gifted and caring, and pretty to boot. Who for the most part never speaks a word, about the daddy she so readily loves, even after all this time, and understanding that daddy has left. She like all little girls want her daddy here.
For Nick, who see the world though different eyes, who can build models for kids twice his size, yet shoes still go untied. Our youngest who knows not fatherly love, yet all he wants is lots of hugs, he may look like me, but he is his father’s son…
I am the lucky one. I get all the love, their hugs and their kisses. But with that I also get their pain and their sorrow, and the tears that they shed. Not understanding why they are not loved by the one that should love them above all others, love them the most. One day I hope they understand that it not one’s future that is most important, but the love of the families, they will one day have. That true joy is found in a parents hug… not how many things they own.
Now while you are living this important future, may you find what is lacking in you… That most of all is my wish for you… May you find it before it to late, before those sweet kids learn to hate.
It took many years for me to say this, I forgive you… but not the havoc you created. You are not worth the stress or the time.
Yes Yearim, what I say is true, I forgive you. But only time will tell if you Daughter or son will one day be able to say the same… Just remember this… You who claim your fathers rejection, hurt you so deep… Why are your actions so deep to repeat?
The night grows late, and I have had my say... Remember to love the ones in your life near and far.
Merry Christmas, ans to all a goodnight.