Right now I cannot recall many instances in my 47 years of being that I really got "something right", - something so totally right as I did back in September of 2003. It always makes my heart smile when I think of what I was able to do, although them memories remain bittersweet. Doesn't' "bittersweet" characterize Life?
Anyway, I wrote my Father in what I guess you can call "A Letter of Appreciation" on September 2003. I wanted Daddy to smell the wonderful fragrances of flowers I brought to him. And man! Did he enjoy those flowers!
Dad passed away in April of 2004. Although I know it is quite cliché, there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about him. The loss is like a gigantic hole that lies in your path that you try so nonchalantly to negotiate. It is soothing to remember how much he loved that letter, how he read it over and over again in the nursing home. I guess that letting him know how much he was appreciated gave me closure but I sure do miss him just the same.
I decided that I wanted to share daddy with the rest of the World. What would be a better time to do so than on Father's Day.
He was an African American Baby Boomer dad, like thousands of others who came back from WWII and the Korean War. They fought for the freedom of others in other countries while America sometimes failed to fight for their pursuit of happiness. Dad along with those fathers endured many indignities, loved and raised their kids with great sacrifices made. They would straighten themselves up from the "after work drag" and somehow find the strength to play with us kids.
So here is the letter I wrote my Father, A tribute to him and to all those fathers of the Baby Boomers.
You have expressed so well your feelings of love and admiration to your dad. I am glad you had the chance to give that letter to your dad, God rest his soul, your dad is with you in spirit, he has a great sense of humour and I can almost hear him laughing, yes, he was a somewhat deep thinking man, and so generous. Remember, he loves you. You dont see him like you used to, he is only a whisper away, listen for his voice in your ear, he is there... still he loves his son...
ownmylife1 8 months ago
great
GSIMPSON121161 9 months ago
I am for once at a loss for words. My father, unlike yours, was an abusive, mean alcoholic man with no love for anyone or anything. I wish so much that I could have the same thoughts, the same love, the same compassion for my father as you do yours. Thank you for your letter and for your father. May God bless you, your father, and your entire family.
OldHippie7320 2 years ago
wow this is beautiful.I love it so much
Angelbaby392 2 years ago
This was a beautiful tribute to your dad, and I can understand your feelings.
NClackum 4 years ago