I wasn't going to write a post today. I can't send him good wishes and love in person, by phone, or through the mail. (I do try to blog for him every Christmas though.) But then a few random thoughts popped into my head. Perhaps he's nudging me...
I do love and miss my dad. As I think is often the case, I probably didn't realize the depth of our connection until after he passed away. But there wasn't any unfinished business between us. I know he loved me, and he knew I loved him.
I realize, however, that some people do not love, don't have contact with, or maybe don't even know their father. A strained relationship...or no relationship.
But good or bad, your dad (and mom, too) had an effect on who you've become. You either learned how to be the person you want to be, or discovered what you don't want to be. Positive or negative, your dad is part of what makes you...you. You can thank him or blame him. But you have to admit that as an adult, what you do with that information is up to you. It's your identity, under your control.
I'm glad I had a dad who pointed me in the right direction.
And I had one more thought; this one actually came to me as I was falling asleep last night. I was fortunate enough to have my dad for 47 years. Years before me, however, was a sister I never met, and who was only able to spend moments with my parents. If I feel a twinge of sadness that my dad isn't here to be honored on this holiday, I can remember that he's getting a chance to catch up on lots of missed time with another one of his babies. And they both deserve that.
Happy Father's Day, Daddy!
03/03/32 - 12/12/10
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