Whenever i think how bad things
are and how bad i have it with my
dad, something happens to bring me
back to the reality that it can always be
worse.
I found out last night that Jim died.
I blogged eariler about his wife Colleen
and a conversation we had a few months ago.
Jim had Frontaltemporal Dementia and was
FIFTY-SEVEN.
Unbelievable.
THIS is one sad disease.
It strips you of all that you are...I believe
he started with symptoms before turning
fifty.  Probably one of the saddest stories
I have heard about in a very long time.
My heart goes out to Colleen today and her
family.  And as sad as it is that Jim is gone,
he is in a much better place and it is probably
such a weight lifted off of that families shoulders.
Colleen is probably one of the strongest
women I have ever met in my journey with
mental health issues.
My God bless her and let their family find
peace.

i miss my daddy

Jipped

i just haven't felt like writing about
ad
lately....
i'm tired of it.
tired of dealing with it.
tired of talking about it.
tired of being robbed by it.
tired of reading about it.
tired of studying up on it.
tired of how it affects me.
tired of how it affects my family.
super tired of how it does NOT affect my family.
JUST PLAIN TIRED.......
Leah said to me last week,
"Do you ever feel jipped?"
YES
every single day.
it sucks. 
robbed of your father.
robbed of your grand-father.
robbed of your great-grandfather.
Jipped
is a good word for it.
I feel terribly sad and extremely mad.
I will try hard to express my feelings
more on this blog to make myself feel better.
That is why I started this, to vent....
to no one in particular...just to vent.
I hate this disease. 

I miss my daddy