I grew up with the constant whispers surrounding me about my family. Good, bad, neutral. A cruel tyrant who murdered innocence. A God sent angel who saved our people. All these words have washed over me for decades. Especially around this time of year. To me he is one thing, and one thing only. Hes my dad. The knight in shining armour of any little girl. He is my father. My protector. So when others try to convince me of what he may or may not be, I dont care. To me he was and is the pillar in my life. My inspiration, my only idol. Hes the one with the wise words after a terrible day. Hes the one with a smile of pride after an accomplishment. Hes the one with a stern but gentle rebuke after Ive done something foolish. He taught me I am no more important than anyone else. That I am to respect others. That I must always strive to be the best at what I do for my own sake. He taught me to work for what I want and not think I can sit back and waste my life. He taught me to not be arrogant, but to be confident. He showed me that one does not need many words to send a message across. He taught me to be kind and to love all. He taught me that you must fight not only for what you believe in but also for those you care about. He is not perfect. And he has taught me that no one is. Tomorrow is his birthday and I hope I can hold his hand and just stare at the man that made me the woman I am today for many more years to come. I love you dad and wish I could be there.
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 01:25:32 +0000
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