Day 5 of the challenge prompted me to write about a family member I’m grateful for. In a different way, I’m grateful for everyone in my family. Today I’m going to write about my dad.
He and I have always had a close relationship. We even share the same name. When I was in my mom’s belly, my dad wanted to name me after him because he knew he wouldn’t have any sons to keep his family’s surname. My mom agreed. A lot of my fondest childhood memories are from just following my dad around most of the day. Any errand that he went on, no matter how boring, I wanted to go too. He worked the overnight shift much of my life and even though he’d call and talk to me before bed, I would be up quietly waiting for him when he got home at 6 A.M. I took lots of naps as a kid, I learned the love of sleep at a young age. Almost all of my naps were right next to my dad while he watched TV.
When I talk about my dad, I’m not only grateful because he’s always been my best friend. I’m grateful because he’s been there when all other loved ones have been absent. When I was terribly ill and about to undergo surgery, it wasn’t the guy I had been dating for 2 years that was there, it was my dad. As a kid, when I was mad at all my friends, it was my dad that would play video games with me. We liked to sing, dance, and play the guitar, too. When my mom was unable to be present due to the impact of her Multiple Sclerosis during my impressionable teenage years (when a girl really needs her mother), my dad often took me shopping and tried to help me with my hair.
There are so many amazing people who have been robbed of parents that I often wonder how someone like me somehow is blessed with 2 great ones.