Jen's Journal

Just a 26 year old lady.


Happy Fathers Day

I miss the way he loved too hard and cried too often. I miss the way he could laugh at the world one minute and talk about it for hours the next.

 When the world broke my heart, he could put it back together. He was in love with love, calling it beautiful and marvelous yet knowing he loved what could never be.

 He never needed to feel infinite, he was infinite. He lived so that no second was wasted. 

Everyone lucky enough to get to know him will remember him as that rare person who loved others more than himself.

 I consider myself the luckiest person in the world because he loved me so much he reevaluated the meaning of father.

 He spoiled me with love and overwhelmed me with kindness. He was in love with this crazy messed up world and he wanted me to be too. He was one of a kind. He was my Dad. 



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Hi there! I’m thrilled to have you join me on my blog. I write fiction, nonfiction, and everything in between.

In my free time, I like to keep busy with a variety of hobbies. I’m an avid reader and writer, I love to knit, crochet, and embroider.

At the end of the day, though, my main priority is spending time with my loved ones. Whether it’s traveling or just spending quality time together, I’m happiest when I’m surrounded by those I care about.

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