I Am My Father’s Daughter
I’m so pleased that you and your dad are making good memories, I just wish my daughter wanted to get in touch with me as 19 years apart is too long for me. This post touched me in ways I never thought possible, if it moves you too please leave a comment on the original post and not here, thank you.
This has been an interesting holiday season. I spent Thanksgiving at my grandma’s house which is something that I hadn’t done since college. It felt good to be in grandma’s house and in her presence. I love spending time with my grandma and this year I got to spend time with my dad.
As many of you know from my prior posts that my dad was an absentee father for many years. He wasn’t around. He chose not to have a relationship with me. It’s weird because going home to be with him was both scary and wonderful at the same time. I was getting to know the man who was standing before me.
I wanted to make memories. Good ones. I wanted to capture the essence of his spirit and remember his face because I’ve spent so many years missing him. Missing the man who used to tuck me into…
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