Today was the funeral for my dear friend's dad. It occurred to me that in the last few years, a lot of my friends have lost their dads, just as I lost mine. Anne's dad [right now], Elly's dad, Candy's dad......they all left golden daughters behind....strong women; smart visionaries; talented, generous friends; loving mothers and sisters; kind, kind hearts....
How much did our fathers have to do with that? How do our fathers shape us, from the days we run into their arms after work to the days they help with carpooling, teach us to drive, meet our boyfriends, walk us down the aisle and hold our children? [Or, in my case, sew patches on my jeans, help me review sixth-grade history, model kindness to family and friends, and pass down his love for animals when we watched "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom."]
How lucky we are to have had men in our lives who were present....who were accountable...worked hard....loved our mothers....how heart-wrenching it must be to have a father you do not know. Or heart-wrenching may be the wrong word, because if you never knew him, you likely could not comprehend the quiet strength from the sidelines.
How raw the pain is when they leave us. From then on, a big part of who you are is a daughter without her father.
To all the dads we've loved.....I hope there is paradise after death....fishing, books, animals...to be enjoyed from your perch in the heavens.
Good night.
TCOY
How much did our fathers have to do with that? How do our fathers shape us, from the days we run into their arms after work to the days they help with carpooling, teach us to drive, meet our boyfriends, walk us down the aisle and hold our children? [Or, in my case, sew patches on my jeans, help me review sixth-grade history, model kindness to family and friends, and pass down his love for animals when we watched "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom."]
How lucky we are to have had men in our lives who were present....who were accountable...worked hard....loved our mothers....how heart-wrenching it must be to have a father you do not know. Or heart-wrenching may be the wrong word, because if you never knew him, you likely could not comprehend the quiet strength from the sidelines.
How raw the pain is when they leave us. From then on, a big part of who you are is a daughter without her father.
To all the dads we've loved.....I hope there is paradise after death....fishing, books, animals...to be enjoyed from your perch in the heavens.
Good night.
TCOY
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