I lost my dad when I was 25. He had an aneurysm. Just like that, one day (April fools day to be exact) he was out of my life.
My Mom and Dad divorced when I was 8, and I was never particularly close with my dad after that. He was always there for us whenever we asked, but we usually had to ask. I went through a period in my pre-to early teens when I felt like he didn't love me. My Mom made us talk about it, and as awkward as it was, I guess it helped.
When I got older I started to make a valid effort to get to know my Dad as an adult. I tried to just go and hang out with him and like...watch football...which I just love. (total lie) Just to spend time with him.
You never get over losing a parent. Whether you are close to them or not...it is the way you came into this world, and the person you had as a role model. The person you were most connected with. And you are always envious of people who still have both their parents.
I am very thankful that even though I didn't get to spend the day with my Dad, I still have my Momma. We spent the day together shopping, and having lunch.
From my Dad I got my work ethic, and my drive to do better. I always wanted to be the best sibling, so I tried really hard. He taught me to always make a better drive time than the last time I took any trip...and how to check my oil, my tire pressure, and how to fix a toilet that won't stop running.
I hope everyone got to enjoy a special day with their Dad's on Sunday, and if you didn't I hope you got to remember, and honor him in your own special way.
2 comments:
What a lovely and funny and warm yet sad post. Thank you for sharing that with us. It was very touching
I wrote a blog post last year about my blood father (link below)as I have a very different view of my biological dad and I rarely think about him. I very much enjoyed reading about your experiences though, as it's only when someone really opens up about their life that you feel that you understand them, and by doing that you start to understand the human race a little more.
We're all just people in the end I guess. Your Dad would have been proud of you I think. x
http://brightonwhite.blogspot.co.uk/2011/06/water-is-thicker-than-blood.html
It's hard to deal with the cards we're dealt sometimes.
My father died when I was eight.
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