Merelan
Lady's Love
- Joined
- Mar 29, 2000
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Hello,
I don't know where you are this year. You travel so much, but I wanted you to know, in my whacky belated way. I do love you.
If I don't return the phone calls as much as I should. It's because I know you will ask me about your son. And I dread telling you yet another month has gone by without knowing where he is. Not knowing if he even is still alive. Knowing it stabs you to the quick that he does not want anything to do with you, and rarely contacts me.
It doesn't matter to me what you did in your youth. You are my Daddy. No matter how old I get, or far away you are I remember you often. And yes, sometimes with anger, regret, pain.. but mostly with a nagging regret inside my heart. Telling me I could have been a better daughter. Been closer, been more open to your choices. But at the time it hurt. You choose to be the father of all those kids out there, ones you only see once or twice. Risking your life for them, when you were never around for me. I had to turn to others to learn what men were all about.
But now I see that you raised me the only way you could. Letting me be free and wild and grow strong on my own. Those others have no such strength, and were not blessed to be born here in the USA. They live where shots are their wake up call and the violence in the streets their only school.
I love you Daddy. And I know you will never see these words, but you somehow know,. I am proud and happy to be your precious Princess.
Your daughter.
I don't know where you are this year. You travel so much, but I wanted you to know, in my whacky belated way. I do love you.
If I don't return the phone calls as much as I should. It's because I know you will ask me about your son. And I dread telling you yet another month has gone by without knowing where he is. Not knowing if he even is still alive. Knowing it stabs you to the quick that he does not want anything to do with you, and rarely contacts me.
It doesn't matter to me what you did in your youth. You are my Daddy. No matter how old I get, or far away you are I remember you often. And yes, sometimes with anger, regret, pain.. but mostly with a nagging regret inside my heart. Telling me I could have been a better daughter. Been closer, been more open to your choices. But at the time it hurt. You choose to be the father of all those kids out there, ones you only see once or twice. Risking your life for them, when you were never around for me. I had to turn to others to learn what men were all about.
But now I see that you raised me the only way you could. Letting me be free and wild and grow strong on my own. Those others have no such strength, and were not blessed to be born here in the USA. They live where shots are their wake up call and the violence in the streets their only school.
I love you Daddy. And I know you will never see these words, but you somehow know,. I am proud and happy to be your precious Princess.
Your daughter.
