My Special Day, September 22
My Special Day, September 22 So today I celebrate my special day. This date holds a lot of meaning for me, in good ways, and in bad. On September 22,1980, my father passed away. He was only 45 years old. My world as I knew it changed forever, and I was never the same. They say that time heals all wounds, yeah, maybe... but not when it comes to losing a parent. I still miss him, even now, all these years later. But the date, that horrible date that used to make me cry, now holds other meanings for me as well. It once signified death and pain for me, but it has now come to signify life and rebirth for me. On that same date, many years later, September 22 was the date I signed my lease on my new home and started my new life, finally freeing myself from my horrible marriage. I prayed for so long for a home for me and my girls, and what day did I get it? Yes, you guessed it, September 22. I knew my father was looking down on me on that day as I was signing my lease. Believe it or not, that ...
