“The next best thing to a Father letting her daughter cry in silence is having a good cry with her.” —Bea C. Pilotin
Dad, this is a masterpiece made especially for you. The sound of an old laptop sings staccato rhythm in my silent room, coffee in my favorite mug at the side of the table and my eyes squinting at what I am writing while an amorous tenor of a saxophone is wooing with me.
Yes, I decided to write this just to give acknowledgment for all the things you have done for me and to express how worthy you are to me. I hope you feel my love and immeasurable thank you for everything with these words.
You see, your little girl has suddenly become a lady with a heart of her own and a mind of her own. You’ve taught her to live her best life, commit her own mistakes and learn to be wise in the process.
Dad, you are such a simple person which is why it’s never been difficult for you to be happy with those simple things in life. For you, happiness means seeing me being loved and cared for. I will never stop loving you.
I will always love you, Dad. Yes, the kind of love that is beyond measure, the kind of love that surpasses the counting of infinite numbers, which goes deeper than the abyss of the ocean.
How much do you mean to me, Dad? It’s immeasurable.
Do you remember when I used to tell you tales of school? The first time I had a fight with the kid next to me in the classroom? You taught me how to be humble by pointing at the ripe fat grains bending with the cold dash of the wind. You orchestrated every aspect of my life down to the correct spoon and fork to use.
You taught me how to find solace in my shortcomings by looking at them through the lens of self-acceptance. You taught me the virtue of love and kindness, how to live a life through the windshield, not the rear-view mirror.
I have tried to live by the rules you set out for me to the best of my ability. I know that you always have a special way of overlooking the bad and seeing the good, understand what’s misunderstood and caring as no one else could.
Another memory that stands out to me is when you were carrying me on your shoulders while walking along the meadows. And, do you remember when we had a cup of coffee together, you asked me about my ideal man and I told you there were no men? You were the only one, always the only one.
You have reminded me that each moment, I’m lovable and loved by you with no ifs, no buts or no whys, that I am so valuable, worthy, and created for a purpose.
I know that when my world seems to hold nothing but worries and problems, it also holds at least one person who cares about me very much and you’re always there for me.
To say these words just do not seem enough. But, thank you! You may be far away from me and I may not see you every day but always know deep in your heart that you are always here, here in my heart.
And no matter how many doors that will come our way, you are and will always be my hero and my first love, not because of the things you have given me but because you are my Father.
You are the only man who will never give up on me and never let my heart be broken, the only man who will hold my heart forever, the only man who loves the hell out of me and who loves me even when I’m not so loveable.
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