I was just cruising blogland and read a post my friend Diana wrote about her dad; this prompted me to write one as well. I don't have any photos handy but want to share about the man who meant so much to me.
Dad was 45 when I was born; he often said that I was the light in his life. My sister and brother were in their teens and I was his little princess. From a very early age, he was my hero, my Prince and my heart was his. I remember him teaching me how to skip and ride my bike. I well remember the times he took me to the babysitters and I would cling to his leg, sobbing and not wanting to be left. He spoiled me rotten and soothed my tears. I never wanted to disappoint him but when I hit high school, I well remember having major differences-we were taught alot of socialism in the public school I attended and dad could not tolerate most of it. He would always write me little notes each day, telling me to have a good day and how much he loved me. I know those times when I got angry with him hurt him, but he always wrote notes to try to smoothe things over. He saw me married and happy; with two little girls that adored him. A strong Irish Catholic with an incredible sense of humor and he loved to tell stories.
Oh how I miss him but I rest knowing he is in heaven and I will see him again. He would love seeing his granddaughters and also his great grandchildren. I was blessed beyond measure by my dad.
Happy Father's Day Da.
Love, your baby girl.