Happy Father's Day

When I was a little girl my Dad was the biggest person I knew, not just in height but in heart as well. I have such fond memories of sitting with him on the couch watching football or playing with him on the beach. Then I lost him. For ten years I was without my Dad and a part of me was lost with him. As the years past I forgot what a good person he was, and I let what others felt about him cloud my memories.It took a long time for us to find each other again. When we did find each other , we were strangers. There was so much space between us, so much regret and anger. But we were both stubborn and gratefully we never gave up. My heart began to warm to him again, and I started to feel like Daddy's little girl again. We talked about all the pain in my heart and we did our best to heal. As I got older I began to appreciate all that he had done, the sacrifices he had made and the pain he had endured. I started to see the man and not the rumor. Now we share more laughter than tears, more hugs and more love than I ever thought possible. Pop, you are my hero and I Love you Always!