My children are the world to me and my wife, when our first was born we made a promise to each other we would give our children a better life than either of has had,this would mean no abuse of any kind as we had both seen our fair share of it when we were kids,so with this in mind and hearing that our daughter was suffering abuse we both had our blood boiling,now to be honest as i have got older i have softened but hearing how my daughter had been slapped in the face by her partners gran fired up the old me,to be honest i myself dont even like the old me as he is lets just say capable of just about anything when the correct button is pressed.
Late thursday night my daughter called,she was brave in that call as she done something she never liked to do,stubborn she is just like me and dont like asking for help,but she did ask,"Dad....please come get us i want to come home if you and mum will take us"....she was broken,i cry as i write this bit as no one had the right to break one of my children.
That night i swear was the longest of my life,i swear time just stood still,we arranged to to pick up our daughter and granddaughter the following morning and we would leave at 8am,i just sat out the garden all night looking up at the stars chatting to 2 Big Al's expressing my anger and praying for guidance as i had kinda lost my path of calmness, when angry it is so easy to forget the bigger picture,i could hear my father saying "don't drive angry son and drive with your mirrors"...WTF was that all about?? and Big Al saying "invest invest invest,do you know my chest is 42inches"...yea he needed that big chest to fit in such a big kind heart i guess,it is funny how you think of the most random things when your pissed off,both of them were good company that night,i do hand on my heart believe they were there with me,dad with his cigarette and Al with his Rum and Dr pepper,i do kinda hope they have met they would be good friends up there knowing dad could talk a good job and Al would do a great job.