Notes With Ash Janelle

Yesterday, a wave of grief hit me before I went into my happy place. There I was left to face the grief of what I would never have. I called a friend and we discussed what I felt and the stories I did have of biological father. Three of the stories were me telling that man off. But, most of all I had never told him my story and I don’t know his from his mouth. So, Fathers Day was sorrowful for me but joyous for my son. The hope I have is that I didn’t let my trauma pick a partner that would perpetuate the same pain I feel. And that is worth being grateful for.
So with that I heal more of the wound imprinted by my father. I release a heavy sigh of more forgiveness with a stinch of regret. Fly high Paul 🕊️

Momma gotta have a life too! -Baby Boy