I Won’t Lie Today.
June 17, 2007
I am thinking about him.? His round face, his dark hair.? I sometimes look at my own face and see him.? Memories of the years he spent trying to wow me with trips to Centre Island, the CN Tower, my first computer: a Vic 20, my first radio (with a tape deck!), and drippy Popsicles in his white compact car.? I remember tracing the shape of the line of dark trim on the side of that car on the weekends we spent together.? It was like I was trying to remember every detail.? I remember sneaking looks at him, when he thought I wasn’t looking.? I can’t help but still love him.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad, wherever you are.? I hope your heart is at peace.
Posted by Karen Sugarpants @ 12:35 pm
June 17th, 2007 at 12:44 pm
It is weird how one can’t stop loving thier dad. No matter how much of an arse or ‘un-fatherly’(yes I made that word up) they may be.
I have spoken to my dad 3 times in the past 1.5 years. And he’s never met Bean. The last time he saw Alex and Liberty they were 5 and 3.
But I have been sitting here all morning knowing I should call and say “happy Fathers Day’ but to damn scared to do it. I do love him..or at least my memory of what he used to be.
June 17th, 2007 at 12:46 pm
Exactly!
June 17th, 2007 at 1:11 pm
Chris put it best for me too. I love my memory of what he used to be. Before the alcohol and the mistress took him away. Before he forgot he loved me.
June 17th, 2007 at 3:09 pm
I know this is just SO “mommy blogger” of me…but…Here goes anyway…
(((((((((((((((((To All The Daughters Like Me Who Still Lover Their Daddies (even if they don’t really deserve us))))))))))))))))))))))
June 18th, 2007 at 4:31 am
..damn you. Now I miss my daddy too. Like Chris said though, it’s the memory I miss. I’m glad I’m not the only one who misses the man her father used to be. It’d be nice to get those good times back, but at least we can cherish the memories and hope they’re doing well wherever they are and whoever they’re with.