my dear readers:
This is a very personal letter from my father when I was about two years old. I found this letter, still in it's original sealed envelope after about 10 months of not speaking to my father. The reasons I had for not speaking to him were mine and mine alone, not to be shared, not that it mattered. This letter, when found, reminded me that although we disagreed, this man was still my Dad and there is nothing more important in my life than my family.
This is a letter that I recall whenever I am faced with a tough decision, life choice, or even just a bad day. I know that we are all not lucky enough to have someone in our lives such as this man that I call my Dad and I am so grateful to have him in mine. As you will see, I do get my writing skills from someone very close to my heart.
Love, K.
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Dearest K.,
I know that should I go now, you are much too young to remember me. But maybe some where back in the dim recesses of memory you'll remember a voice or touch or of being thrown high in the air, which made you laugh so hard. It's only been two short years that we've known each other, but in that time you have grown to be quite a girl. I rather suspect that you may grow to be the serious one of you and Big Sister, but then your smile breaks through and those impish eyes light up and I just don't know.
I do hope I am around to see you and your sister grow up and to help you when and if I can. It's a selfish wish to be sure, because the pleasure and joy will be all mine. I wish that I could tell you just how much the two of you mean to me. When I hope you and hug you, I try to communicate that love, but how can I be sure that I am getting through?
Grow up well my little darling. And hopefully you will find life as enjoyable as I do. Enjoy each and every day and don't be afraid to face life head on. Assure yourself that you are the one who counts and take what good and bad comes at you.
I hope that I am there to help you through the bumps and scrapes you will eventually have, and to tell you to 'pick it up' and keep going when it gets tough. If that's cruel to do, I'm sorry. The thing I will most want to do is take away the pain and kiss away your tears. But living is some times harsh and so to prepare you for that, sometimes I too will need to be harsh. But I will always love you.
We've had such a short time together that there isn't very much to say. I could write out endearments all night and not come close to describing how I feel about you. You are a beautiful child now, and if you grow into half as beautiful a woman, the world should take care. With you, unlike your Big Sister, I was never able to latch onto a "pet" name that was quite right. you changed from day to day and sometimes from minute to minute. To me, you will always be K. and I will always hear, you as you speak now, call me "Da-dee."
I love you, more than you'll ever realize.
All my love forever,
Dad
This is a very personal letter from my father when I was about two years old. I found this letter, still in it's original sealed envelope after about 10 months of not speaking to my father. The reasons I had for not speaking to him were mine and mine alone, not to be shared, not that it mattered. This letter, when found, reminded me that although we disagreed, this man was still my Dad and there is nothing more important in my life than my family.
This is a letter that I recall whenever I am faced with a tough decision, life choice, or even just a bad day. I know that we are all not lucky enough to have someone in our lives such as this man that I call my Dad and I am so grateful to have him in mine. As you will see, I do get my writing skills from someone very close to my heart.
Love, K.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dearest K.,
I know that should I go now, you are much too young to remember me. But maybe some where back in the dim recesses of memory you'll remember a voice or touch or of being thrown high in the air, which made you laugh so hard. It's only been two short years that we've known each other, but in that time you have grown to be quite a girl. I rather suspect that you may grow to be the serious one of you and Big Sister, but then your smile breaks through and those impish eyes light up and I just don't know.
I do hope I am around to see you and your sister grow up and to help you when and if I can. It's a selfish wish to be sure, because the pleasure and joy will be all mine. I wish that I could tell you just how much the two of you mean to me. When I hope you and hug you, I try to communicate that love, but how can I be sure that I am getting through?
Grow up well my little darling. And hopefully you will find life as enjoyable as I do. Enjoy each and every day and don't be afraid to face life head on. Assure yourself that you are the one who counts and take what good and bad comes at you.
I hope that I am there to help you through the bumps and scrapes you will eventually have, and to tell you to 'pick it up' and keep going when it gets tough. If that's cruel to do, I'm sorry. The thing I will most want to do is take away the pain and kiss away your tears. But living is some times harsh and so to prepare you for that, sometimes I too will need to be harsh. But I will always love you.
We've had such a short time together that there isn't very much to say. I could write out endearments all night and not come close to describing how I feel about you. You are a beautiful child now, and if you grow into half as beautiful a woman, the world should take care. With you, unlike your Big Sister, I was never able to latch onto a "pet" name that was quite right. you changed from day to day and sometimes from minute to minute. To me, you will always be K. and I will always hear, you as you speak now, call me "Da-dee."
I love you, more than you'll ever realize.
All my love forever,
Dad
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