Mea culpa, mea culpa mea grandissima culpa

I had just finished to work myself in an enormous snit about my father and checking out hexes protection spells, when somebody rings my bell...Guess who? The father himself, apologising for last night (cold and flu), happy for the day with his kids, and warm towards the healing (or at least positive) daughter. I was, and still am, so happy that I have spent the time simply soaking up his presence, ashamed of all my true but pissed off thoughts and simply rejoicing. He still loves me. Call me silly, call me whatever you want, but I love him deeply. As a person. And as a person I want to talk to him, as a person I want to communicate with him. I want to know what is favourite colour is, I want to share the joys that is kids give him, I want to do things with him. Like going to Pisa on Wednesday. Road trip Casoli style. Thank you Goddess. Because tonight my heart is full of love and I have learnt that being positive makes my father want to stay here a bit longer. Blessed be.