Dear Dad

Dear Dad,
Now that I’m older, and you’ve become so much wiser, I thought it time to speak my heart. I know we’ve never been too free with our words, but it’s time, so I’ll just begin.
First, I llove you. I wish I had said that more often, and heard that more often. I know now there has never been any truth to my doubt, but some words along the way would have helped us during the difficult times.

Secondly, I owe you. No, really. There were so many times when I took and never said thanks, so much I “borrowed” and never repaid, stuff I learned without knowing I was getting smarter, and insight and wisdom that now, at last, I understand.

Thirdly, I appreciate you. Not everyone always has, and if the truth be known, I have been among them. Somehow I missed your incredible value, your constant commitment, and your endless provision on my behalf. I see it now. Forgive my earlier blindness.

Fourthly, I know you. There have been years when I did not. There is no hiding that fact. I thought a lot of negative thoughts, said a lot of dumb things, and did a lot of stupid thinking. Now I know the real you. I know the care, the concern, the effort, and the llove that was a part of everything you did. Believe me, I know.

Lastly, I need you. Does that sound strange to you? I thought it would. I suppose it became a reality when I moved from being a child to being an adult. I need your guidance, I need your support, I need your knowledge, I need your courage and strength, and I need your llove.
Would it be sufficient for me to say, “thank you for being my dad.”
 
©Weaver 2004