A Piece of My Heart

  It wasn't until today that I fully understood what it means when someone has a piece of your heart.  Or perhaps it wasn't until today that I am able to articulate it.  

Humans are creatures of habit, we are creatures with full emotions and thrive when there is love and being loved.  Growing up we learn, we hear, and we feel what love is and what it feels like to be loved.  (of course, this is for the fortunate ones.)  But to actually understand and know how to articulate love is always not as simple.  More so, love means differently to different people.  For me, love is when my parents endlessly gave themselves unconditionally, no matter how exhausted they may be - we are still their top priority.  It wasn't always said but we always felt it.  Not only felt it but everyday their actions always backed it up. 

I was cleaning of the boxes and bags today and it occurred to me that there were so many pieces and everything had a piece of my daddy attached to it.  For these couple of boxes there's more of my dad especially.  After a bit, it was too overwhelming and I need to stop.  But it was then I realize that my dad has a tremendous amount of my heart.  Sometimes, the emotions just flood and it escapes me.  These weeks have been extra difficult with the recovery of my ankle, and it's long journey.  For those who are by my side, I thank you for your patience and understandings.  The emotional roller coaster hopefully ends soon.  Of all the things I've lost, this one is the toughest one.  Life would not be getting better soon enough.  Sometimes what seems impossible is really prepping for what is to come in the times ahead.  Patience.. breathe.. all will play an essential role.