Father's Day.
I never knew what to do about Father's Day growing up.
When our third grade teacher told us to make a card in class to give to to our fathers over the summer, I just pretended to make one.
My father died unexpectedly when I was in the first grade, and ever since, Father's Day has been an awkward, uncomfortable, reminder of what I didn't have.
But today, because of the blessing of TikiTiki Blog in my life, I finally have the perfect place where I can tell my father what he meant to me.
It really isn't about the amount of time, it's about the quality of that time.
I hope you stop over to TikiTiki and share in my memories of my father.
Thank you so much, to all of you, and Happy Father's Day to all the parents/caregivers/nurturers that give the children in their lives a lifetime of memories. You are so very important.
Oh Honey, I read your post over and over again. Words are such impossibly powerful things. Yours were beautiful. I'm beaming through the tears at your memories. Your words. Your father: an extraordinary creature.... on this planet for far too short of a time, but present in a broader, more powerful manner through the eyes and gifts of his beautiful daughter. Thank you so much for sharing this with us all. So very thankful for you.
ReplyDeleteThank you, beautiful. You are why I love blogging, and the people it's brought into my life.
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Beautiful post, Alexandra.
ReplyDeleteI am familiar with the odd feelings when it comes to Father's Day. Just posted about it, too. My dad left when I was two, I became a stripper, blah blah blah.
ReplyDeleteI'm off to read your TikiTiki now!
Happy weekend!
xo
I'm sorry you lost your father at such a young age.
ReplyDeleteThank you, UM: thank you.
DeleteBeautiful post, Emp. Your Dad is smiling, he knows.
ReplyDeleteI'm going over...my dad died when I was 26...you better not make me cry lady! I haven't taken off my mascara yet.
ReplyDeleteOh I feel for you. I'm sorry you lost him. I know it doesn't stop hurting.
ReplyDeleteOh, sweet thing...I was lucky to have him, even if only for six short years. Some never get a day at all with their fathers.
DeleteThank you.
One must part to meet again.
ReplyDeleteTouching and lovely. I left a comment on TikiTiki that I'm not sure made it through. Thanks for sharing so openly.
ReplyDeleteMy heart is full, I wish I could go down those basement stairs and have a dance with your father....have just 5 minutes to let him know how his daughter has affected my life so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteHow difficult to lose your dad at such a young age. I'm sure it shaped the compassionate person you are today.
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You were his joy, too.
ReplyDeleteThis I know.