Daddy, Dad, Father

I wondered why You and I Always had a hard time speaking Didn’t you know I loved you so Daddy…Unconditionally Sometimes I Wondered why You stayed with HER unhappily For so long Just going along For peace at home, seemingly But then SHE passed Gone were the amassed Negative harbored feelings Then You and I Finally knew why We had had a hard time talking Mom was gone Now a shared a bond You and I had a new beginning We shared stories We made apologies Tho' we also spent time grieving It wasn’t too late It was really great Dad The two of us communicating Short lived sadly Chemotherapy Took its toll before your passing Facing your end No need to pretend We made our peace in reality So I let the past go Feeling as though Our precious time was a blessing We loved each other As Father and Daughter And that’s all that matters really

Communicating with me...

I relate to people by my own experiences so when someone brings up a subject that allows me to verbally share, not in an egotistical way but in an "I understand" way, that's what I do. My roommate and I have a deal, if she doesn't need to hear "a relating story" she lets me know by asking me to just listen. I prefer that people do that with me as picking up on social cues has been a life long challenge for me. Fortunately, if I am not sure what someone means these days, I try to ask for clarification, not because I am upset or needy or something, it is merely a way to keep communication flowing well. Some people seem to think and/or act like I am the one that should change or they assume I cannot change or that I should be psychic and KNOW what is meant, either way, it places the responsibility of communicatingeffectively all on me. It is said that "communication is a TWO way street" for a reason.