Tears

I cried a lot last week. Mostly uncontrollable tears...

I was telling a friend about a sweet family at church that had lost a child at birth last week and he looked at me and said "Mindi I don't know what I would do if I lost my daughter. I don't think I could go on." What an incredibly precious thing for a father to say.

I was out running later that day and suddenly had that sickening feeling- that one that you think you might throw up but you aren't real sure. The feeling came from the realization that my father...the man who used to love me...doesn't give shit about me. He lost me...and it didn't even faze him...