June 12, 2014 at 08:03am
“There are some who bring a light so great to the world that even when they have gone, the light remains.”
For whatever reason, last Father’s Day was difficult. Naturally, I get melancholy because my Dad passed away in 1999, but it seemed like it was only yesterday he was here…playing with grandkids, fishing, telling jokes and laughing. Oh, how I wished to hear his laugh again! Try as I might to think about all the great Dads we still HAVE in our family, I just couldn’t shake the sadness of not having my own father here to celebrate. And then it happened! As I was going through a drawer in my hutch, I found it…a letter I’d written to my Dad for Father’s Day in 1991! He’d put it in a plastic protector with other items he’d saved and placed it in his safe – only to be discovered after he was gone. Time stopped as I sat down to read it. I wrote that I wouldn’t be giving him the traditional shirt or fishing gear for Father’s Day, but rather ‘memories’ that had so enriched my life. I remembered childhood lunches and playdates, high school drama and heartaches. I remembered him teaching me to ride a bike along with every single neighborhood kid until we’d all made the passage from training wheels to freedom! I remembered giving him each and every term paper I’d ever written and him being my greatest critic, but also my biggest fan. I remembered the last time we went fishing when I was still his daughter and not yet someone’s wife. I remembered the treasured moments of him playing with my daughter, the child of his child. I remembered his life-changing advice and so much more. I ended the letter thanking him for being my protector, my mentor, my rock. I knew without a doubt, I wouldn’t be so happy a wife and mother, had I not been so lovingly fathered. Yes, I was a daddy’s girl. I had no fear of the world as long as my father was in it. Maybe that’s why, some days, like this past Father’s Day, I’m gently reminded that I am making my way through the world without him –and I miss him. I will have moments where I yearn for the safety of his arms and his words, no matter how old I get. I will always be his daughter – I will always be HIS girl.
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