“you are what your Dad told me a few years ago, that you were going to be a very talented person”
This is from my blog yesterday. It was an unexpected thing. At first I was a little bit irritated…because you know, he could have told me himself. But then, that small part of me, realized it was an unexpected gift.
A gift from a father who I will never see again. A gift that answers the question, “Did he believe in me?” A gift that says, “Happy Birthday”.
My father would say he loved me…but he never told me that he was proud of me…that he thought I would do something great with my life.
I didn’t think I cared still. But I do. In a way, this gift will let me finally let go.
My dad loved me. He still does probably. And you know…that’s ok.
I still love him. I hate everything he did and stands for…but I still love him. I can say that. It doesn’t erase the pain. It doesn’t excuse the monster that he is. But it’s ok for me to love him, to miss him.
Money cannot ever buy that type of a gift.