It's taken me awhile to be able to write about this. I had a wonderful father and his death was heartbreaking. Things in my family have been tense for a while, my siblings don't speak to me (That's another blog) and my relationship with my mother has always been tough; to say the least. So, when he passed, I was nervous about spending the entire day with them. I knew I would be alone, with no support from my family.

This is where the best friends a girl could have come in. Shandra has been my best friends since I was 10, Coyla since I was 15, Steph since I was 18, and Vera for the last 4 years. Each one of them came to sit with me the entire day. I don't know what I would have done without their support. Most of them didn't even really know dad well, but they showed up for me. I Love them dearly.

In the end, my family did offer some support, my nephew and brother both checked on me, and my sister was polite, if not friendly. Since the funeral though some relationships have started mending. As dad would have wanted. I love my family, but they are all stubborn and slow to accept change, as I am. In the future, I hope we have complete healing.