He inspires me, He challenges me, He gets under my skin, He annoys me, He makes me a better person, He loves me, He protects me, He trusts me, He pushes me, He knows the real me.
Me and my father, argue to the death, we clash with each other, due to being so alike, he taught me how to write, to speak, to love. I am incapable without him.
Today I got to thinking about my Dad, and about fathers in general, I notice when I write allot of me sounds like him, and allot of him sounds like me, sometimes I sound so much like my Pops it surprises me. I have never known true closeness with anyone else like I do with my Dad; I think this must be because we are doubles in personality.
How do you thank a person for loving you? With such intensity, such pureness, that it shapes the person you become in the future. My problems are also his, we share every last detail with each other, and the equality we show each other is perfect, he believes in me, when I don’t believe in myself.
I have to thank my dad; he made me unique, taught me to think for myself, never to judge, to embrace the different, and to be different. When I am lost, with nothing but despair, I know I’ll have my Daddy, he will always be there. I know he can be moody, just like everyone else, and I know I can disappoint him sometimes, but he never ceases to amaze me, with his kindness, and forgiveness.
If it wasn’t for my dad, I wouldn’t be writing, I wouldn’t love science, or art, or music, or reading, and most of all; I would have amounted for nothing in my life. Sometimes I feel so low and fed up with people and I know that when I get to my dad he will sort everything out that I am upset about.
He is the person in this world that understands my ramblings and the person who appreciates me. I would just like to say, I wouldn’t trade him for anything, because without him, nothing makes sense, and nothing would be worth my time.
I love you Dad.
Thank you.
