In Loving Memory of "PA"...
It's been 12 years now. Time doesn't heal the pain, you just get used to it and take solace in the memories.
Those who know me, know that the relationship that I have with my father is non-existent despite my efforts to improve it. This is sad, I know, but a reality, and I realise that to be a father doesn't mean that you are a "Dad". Dad's are fabulous men who take a genuine interest in their children's lives, they enjoy the time that is spent and actively seek out more time to spend. Every one deserves a Dad. And for 15 yrs of my life I was lucky enough to have one. Not in the traditional sense but in another way that makes me the luckiest person alive.
Before I was born, my Grandfather came to live with my family. And for 15 yrs he was mine and my sister's "Dad". Sure we had a father, but we also had a Dad, whom we lovingly called "PA".
This past Christmas, after a horrible visit from my actual father, my sister and I had an amazing bonding moment about Grandpa. I thought that Tara (my sister) had long since forgotten, but to my surprise she spoke of him with such emotion. It was painful for us to re-visit those years, but I think it was necessary. And through the tears we smiled.
He died 12 yrs ago today. And in 12 yrs, not a day has passed that I haven't thought of him or looked at his picture. I've never written about him, and I don't really know why. He was an amazing gentle man who enriched our lives and left us too soon.
So here's to him:
Thanks for all the stories, all love, all the kisses, all the strength, all the honour, all the good-times, all the laughter, and of course Echo.
Thanks for all the memories.
with all my love forever,
-Louie
Those who know me, know that the relationship that I have with my father is non-existent despite my efforts to improve it. This is sad, I know, but a reality, and I realise that to be a father doesn't mean that you are a "Dad". Dad's are fabulous men who take a genuine interest in their children's lives, they enjoy the time that is spent and actively seek out more time to spend. Every one deserves a Dad. And for 15 yrs of my life I was lucky enough to have one. Not in the traditional sense but in another way that makes me the luckiest person alive.
Before I was born, my Grandfather came to live with my family. And for 15 yrs he was mine and my sister's "Dad". Sure we had a father, but we also had a Dad, whom we lovingly called "PA".
This past Christmas, after a horrible visit from my actual father, my sister and I had an amazing bonding moment about Grandpa. I thought that Tara (my sister) had long since forgotten, but to my surprise she spoke of him with such emotion. It was painful for us to re-visit those years, but I think it was necessary. And through the tears we smiled.
He died 12 yrs ago today. And in 12 yrs, not a day has passed that I haven't thought of him or looked at his picture. I've never written about him, and I don't really know why. He was an amazing gentle man who enriched our lives and left us too soon.
So here's to him:
Thanks for all the stories, all love, all the kisses, all the strength, all the honour, all the good-times, all the laughter, and of course Echo.
Thanks for all the memories.
with all my love forever,
-Louie