I hate the "some days"

I HATE the "some days".

 

Yes, I said it.  I HATE the "some days".  The days when my daddy is not my daddy.  The days when I can't even look at his face because he's too sick to roll over in the bed to say hello to me.  The days when I say to my almost three year old son Sam, "hey, let's go wake PaPa up".  And Sam says "yeah!".  The days when I open his bedroom door and Sam says "wake up PaPa", and there's no response.  The days when I tap him on the back and ask him if he's alright.  The days that the only response I get is "I'm having a bad day".  I HATE the "some days".  Those are the days that I plead with God to give me my daddy back.

~Kelli