Re: Happy Father's Day
On Father's Day this year, I gave my Dad the worst present. I did not eat with him nor give him anything but made him watch me destroy my life with my barehands. I cannot understand his pain because I was going through my own grief. Dad was never someone who expressed his love for us very well. But I knew I could always run back to be Daddy's girl when life gives me lemons.
My Dad slogged his whole life for us just to make sure we have food on the table. We never could afford toys nor travel. I have never been to Disneyland in my lifetime. But I didn't have a deprived childhood at all.
Just a short anecdote - Dad left a family business due to differences. He had to work as a delivery man through Christmas. I must have been around 10. His partner couldn't come along so he brought me along to help him with maps and directions. In those days, streetdirectory wasn't a dotcom. We were delivering hampers from house to house. I looked at the happy kids in the brightly lit houses with tons of presents waiting for them to unwrap, I felt really sad about my life but I held back my tears. If anything, my tenacity and stubbornness is just like my Dad. Pride wouldn't let us crumble. Dad didn't need me to read the maps nor did he need a little girl to say Merry Christmas to people collecting hampers. He wanted to spend time with me. Something I didn't understand until I grew up.
Due to the nature of his job, he underwent this surgery a couple of years back and has been taking life easy. These days I try to take him out for meals but communication is still limited. I would like to do more for him but there's nothing I can do for him that will even be enough to pay back what he did for me. He gave his life to my brother and I. I need to constantly remind myself that I need to do everything for him with all my might. I'm so apologetic now that I have just broken his heart yet again.
On Father's Day this year, I gave my Dad the worst present. I did not eat with him nor give him anything but made him watch me destroy my life with my barehands. I cannot understand his pain because I was going through my own grief. Dad was never someone who expressed his love for us very well. But I knew I could always run back to be Daddy's girl when life gives me lemons.
My Dad slogged his whole life for us just to make sure we have food on the table. We never could afford toys nor travel. I have never been to Disneyland in my lifetime. But I didn't have a deprived childhood at all.
Just a short anecdote - Dad left a family business due to differences. He had to work as a delivery man through Christmas. I must have been around 10. His partner couldn't come along so he brought me along to help him with maps and directions. In those days, streetdirectory wasn't a dotcom. We were delivering hampers from house to house. I looked at the happy kids in the brightly lit houses with tons of presents waiting for them to unwrap, I felt really sad about my life but I held back my tears. If anything, my tenacity and stubbornness is just like my Dad. Pride wouldn't let us crumble. Dad didn't need me to read the maps nor did he need a little girl to say Merry Christmas to people collecting hampers. He wanted to spend time with me. Something I didn't understand until I grew up.
Due to the nature of his job, he underwent this surgery a couple of years back and has been taking life easy. These days I try to take him out for meals but communication is still limited. I would like to do more for him but there's nothing I can do for him that will even be enough to pay back what he did for me. He gave his life to my brother and I. I need to constantly remind myself that I need to do everything for him with all my might. I'm so apologetic now that I have just broken his heart yet again.