Fatherless Daughter Rosa A.

After another long pause and lots of struggle to find my voice, I’m trying to be more intentional in speaking up about being fatherless, not just here, but in all aspects of my life, most especially with myself. Fatherlessness is such a lonely journey. You are born with this unknowing. You think about this absence all the time, whether you’re conscious of it or not. So much of you is this absence; yet, it’s deafening. Who am I in this empty space? Who am I supposed to be? Will I ever truly be me without this person? Hope you can join me in this difficult walk that I take alone with all of you. May you all be blessed. May you all find peace. May we all be loved. May we all be equal.

After a long pause, I’m getting back into the podcast to navigate life without a father in these difficult pandemic times.

It’s been a minute since I checked in, but I was struggling with a follow up. I felt so vulnerable and exposed after the fact that I somehow couldn’t do it again, but I think this is so important that I don’t want to walk away, so here I am again... I wanted to start to explore the puzzle that is me and my life as it is, what’s happened and why, what I’ve come to know and accept. I don’t have answers yet, maybe I never will, but I know that not having a father had a huge impact on me in ways that probably changed the course of my life for better or worse. There’s so much I just don’t know or get and so much I do. This is just a start to the self exploration of what has become of me. Where are those missing pieces in my puzzle because of my fatherlessness experience and how do I move on from here. Can I even? Hope you can stick with me for the ride. Hope I can help you, too. May we all be blessed. May we all be heard. May we all be loved. May we all be equal.

This is a short intro to me (Rosa) and how I came to be. The reason I started this podcast was to try to find answers and provide support to others out there like me: fatherless daughters. I grew up without a dad in a single parent home as an only child away from all my family and it was an overall good upbringing, but it wasn’t easy. Even at 45, I often wonder who I would’ve been had I had a dad; not necessarily my own father, but a loving and supportive father figure. My good friend Stacey and I will often talk about our struggles and since we both grew up fatherless, there’s that always question: is this because of that? This is just a brief recount of my story and why I’m doing this, but my hope is that I can explore the issue of fatherlessness more and more with each episode and possibly find ties and answers to questions that remain unanswered. More importantly, the hope is that this will support not only my journey, but the journey and longing of other fatherless daughters out there. This is for all of us. May we be happy. May we find love. May we be blessed. May we find peace.