Dear Dad,
I love you.
I think of you often.
Unfortunately, I think of you way more often than I ever let you know.
I'm sorry.
Please know that you are always in my heart,
closer to me than my grandmother's wedding ring,
which I've not removed from my left thumb since the day she passed.
I talk about you all the time.
You're my awesome Dad, who only reconnected with me 9 years ago,
and yet, to whom I feel closer than I ever felt to any of my other family.
You're my kickass Dad, who drove a truck for 30mumble years,
and who taught me how to be respectful and courteous to big rigs.
I've shared everything you taught me with everyone I've ever driven with. ;)
You're my amazing Dad, who loved me in spite of my piercings and tattoos,
(which we both know I'd likely not have if I'd grown up with you).
You love me so much you once considered getting a tattoo if your own,
with my name on it,
to show how much you cared about me.
Though it may not be on your skin, and I fully understand why,
it is on my heart, and it means just as much to me.
You are my supportive Dad, my rock, my safe harbor.
You've been there for me when I felt there was no one left who cared.
You shored me up when I felt like I was tumbling down.
You believed in me when I sounded crazy,
reassured me when I felt it,
and have always offered your honest opinion,
whether I subscribed to it or not.
We've butted heads,
and had some growing pains,
but I've never doubted your love,
or your genuine care for my well-being.
The unconditional part you mentioned,
that thing I'd never known before you...
You may have been right,
and I'm so glad you helped me understand what it means since then.
For all of this and then some,
I am deeply and profoundly grateful.
Not a day goes by that I don't remember your guidance and strength in my life.
Thank you, Dad.
You're my hero. <3
I think of you often.
Unfortunately, I think of you way more often than I ever let you know.
I'm sorry.
Please know that you are always in my heart,
closer to me than my grandmother's wedding ring,
which I've not removed from my left thumb since the day she passed.
I talk about you all the time.
You're my awesome Dad, who only reconnected with me 9 years ago,
and yet, to whom I feel closer than I ever felt to any of my other family.
You're my kickass Dad, who drove a truck for 30mumble years,
and who taught me how to be respectful and courteous to big rigs.
I've shared everything you taught me with everyone I've ever driven with. ;)
You're my amazing Dad, who loved me in spite of my piercings and tattoos,
(which we both know I'd likely not have if I'd grown up with you).
You love me so much you once considered getting a tattoo if your own,
with my name on it,
to show how much you cared about me.
Though it may not be on your skin, and I fully understand why,
it is on my heart, and it means just as much to me.
You are my supportive Dad, my rock, my safe harbor.
You've been there for me when I felt there was no one left who cared.
You shored me up when I felt like I was tumbling down.
You believed in me when I sounded crazy,
reassured me when I felt it,
and have always offered your honest opinion,
whether I subscribed to it or not.
We've butted heads,
and had some growing pains,
but I've never doubted your love,
or your genuine care for my well-being.
The unconditional part you mentioned,
that thing I'd never known before you...
You may have been right,
and I'm so glad you helped me understand what it means since then.
For all of this and then some,
I am deeply and profoundly grateful.
Not a day goes by that I don't remember your guidance and strength in my life.
Thank you, Dad.
You're my hero. <3