… that I could somehow tell my Dad that I still think of him and miss him. And even though he thought he was not good enough, he was a very good Papa.*
Things were tough at times and I know that he felt that he disappointed his family and himself, but everything that we went through – as a family – only made us who we are today.
As I am getting older I am noticing little things, little things that he used to do, that I am doing now. Most of the time I only notice the things I got from my mamas, but today I am proud of every little bit that I got from him.
Even the little crooked pinky.
He is not here anymore, and life tends to go on, but there are so many times when I am in the middle of doing something and for a second I really wish that he was here. Sometimes I just reaaally want to ask him “hey what do you think of this?” or even a simple “guess what happened today?“.
Most things you can say to any random person, but there are certain things that you have to tell your Dad. I miss that.
* 'The Pursuit of Happyness' moment.
You made me cry now! Beautiful, beautiful post. Hugs.