My father is a man of emotions, the strongest of which I love.
He love me with a breathtaking intensity. There is no doubt in my mind I am his greatest vulnerability.
I think I am a vulnerability he either didn’t care to conceal or simply didn’t have the means to conceal. His love for me is fierce, overt and abiding.
My father is not a very expressive person. Yet his love for me is so incongruous with his nature – it forced him to wear his heart on his sleeve.
My father could never abide to witness the pain of any of his children. He was incapable of stoically absorbing any hurt we endured. If any of us got hurt – it always affected him deeply.
Considering what a tough and fearful man he was perceived to be – we found this trait endearing and slightly amusing.
My father would get so agitated whenever I got hurt, regardless of how minor the ailment appeared to be.
He hated not being able to protect me from getting hurt. I knew (and took for granted) that he would always try to place himself between us and harm.
Daddy loving you is like breathing natural and easy, you made every day in my life extraordinary with your jokes and laughter ... I can´t imagine my life
without you because you´ve become a part of my very existence ... I can not express how thankful I am that you are mine, you believed in me , you filled my life with purpose and I cherish every moment with you ... I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER ....
I've never in my 40 years experienced anything so difficult. Dad, how I miss your warmth, the regular contact even though geographically we've been miles apart. Sometimes I still find myself fighting the tears. If it's any consolation, although I did grieve, it didn't take long for me to experience some peace - which increased w/ each passing day - for the Comforter came to guide and carry me through.
Dad you are funny, in a goofy sort of way, and what most might describe as an unpredictable personality if they didn't know you well. At times you attempted to shock people, which is something I also inherited from you (although now that I'm not so wild, not as characteristic of me anymore!). I know you wanted to be cool but I never really thought of you that way, no disrespect intended.
Thank you for taking me to the movies every saturday, taking me to the car races, horse races and playing sports, etc.
Thank you for telling me you are proud of me.
Thank you for allowing me to be who I AM.
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