Reenie's Ramblings

Guilt is one of those things that can serve a purpose, but doesn't always. I am very affected by guilt. For example. As a baby, I was adopted. A few years ago, the man who raised me, taught me to ride my bike, encouraged my love of music with his own, lost his battle with cancer. More recently, responding to a deep-seated need and drive to pursue my biological history, I found my birth family. All that research led me to my birthfather. A man who wasn't able teach me to ride my bike, or kiss the owie, but a man who would have been there if he had been given the chance. A man who loves me unconditionally and has embraced all the parts of me, my spouse, my children and my flaws. I am coming away from my first getaway with just him. As I enjoyed the extremely meaningful moments with him in a destination I have always loved, I felt joy, thankfulness... and guilt. It doesn't seem "fair" that I got to be raised by a Dad who loved me and lose him, only t