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Words We Should Have Said

24 Jan

You never spoke a word,

But I heard words nonetheless. 

Worthless

Unwanted

Useless

No Good

Unloved

Go Away

Go Away

GO AWAY!

And so I left.

And I never said a word.

But words you heard nonetheless.

Worthless

Unwanted

Useless

No Good

Unloved

Go Away

Go Away

GO AWAY!

And so, one day, you left.

If only we had said the words. . . 

The real words left unsaid.

Precious

Wanted

Needed

Perfect

Loved

Stay

Stay

STAY

 

Love You Daddy

12 Aug

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Hello,

This evening, I received a letter from my university’s loan company that they offered their condolences on the death of my cosigner. That is how I was told about my father’s death. I had to look it up online. The only information I have is the notice on the funeral home’s website.

The letter had been sent from Navient on my birthday, imagine if I had opened it then.

Apparently he died on June 11, 2015 and my step-mother and siblings failed to tell me. despite having the ability to do so.  I was not given the opportunity to say something about him at his death so I wanted to say something now.

I am proud to have been his daughter. Daddy was a good, kind man who did his very best to be a great person, good and loyal to his family. He worked hard to provide for everyone and to make the people around him happy. He loved all his kids and I love him.

This situation is beyond comprehension. To anyone reading this, please don’t ever let another child find out about something like this in such a way. We deserve better. Daddy deserved better.

God bless you Daddy.

Happy Father’s Day!

16 Jun

I have been blessed over the last few weeks to see lots of examples of really great dads. So here, in honor of all those great men out there, are some of the pictures I’ve collected. ❤

Happy Father’s Day!

To pull the metal splinter from my palm
my father recited a story in a low voice.
I watched his lovely face and not the blade.
Before the story ended, he’d removed
the iron sliver I thought I’d die from.
I can’t remember the tale,
but hear his voice still, a well
of dark water, a prayer.
And I recall his hands,
two measures of tenderness
he laid against my face

–Li Young Lee

 

 

 

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