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Hi,
My father just passed away yesterday and I feel like writing about our father-daughter relationship. I would be happy if you share the following on your blog.
Yesterday, my father left this world for a better one. He has suffered from a heart attack two years ago, which put him to a persistent vegetative state. This is my letter to him:
Hi daddy,
Words cannot describe how much I miss you right now. My eyes have been wet for the last 36 hours. While I would like to think you are sitting right next to me, I cannot stop this emptiness I feel inside. Now that you have left this world, I have a lot of regret. I wish we would have gone to the theater more often to see plays. I remember we did that one time, just you and me, sharing our passion for drama. You worked a lot, so we couldn't do that often. But when we went, it was special. I also wish I haven't been so bitchy whenever you gave me constructive criticism regarding my future plans. You always wanted the best for me and I was blinded by other trivial things, not appreciating your efforts. I wish we could have hugged and cuddled more. Like that one time, when you picked me up from boarding school, I gave you such a big hug that you were still talking about it years later. But I also wish that you wouldn't have cheated on my mother, causing you two to separate from each other. I think that was the point where I had less respect toward you and distanced myself from your life. Still, you were so caring about my life choices. You cared about my future like no one else. You made me feel safe because you could just call one of your patients and ask them if I can do an internship at their company. You knew everybody and everybody knew you.
I think the love a daughter shares with her father is unique in so many different ways. It is sometimes an awkward kind of love, especially as a teen. But it is also protective, because a father knows how guys can hurt a girl. I would like to remember you as my personal hero, who would never judge me, just question me. Who would see me as a princess since the day I was born. Thank you for the 19 years I could spend with you.
Rest in peace, dad. I love you, forever.
My father just passed away yesterday and I feel like writing about our father-daughter relationship. I would be happy if you share the following on your blog.
Yesterday, my father left this world for a better one. He has suffered from a heart attack two years ago, which put him to a persistent vegetative state. This is my letter to him:
Hi daddy,
Words cannot describe how much I miss you right now. My eyes have been wet for the last 36 hours. While I would like to think you are sitting right next to me, I cannot stop this emptiness I feel inside. Now that you have left this world, I have a lot of regret. I wish we would have gone to the theater more often to see plays. I remember we did that one time, just you and me, sharing our passion for drama. You worked a lot, so we couldn't do that often. But when we went, it was special. I also wish I haven't been so bitchy whenever you gave me constructive criticism regarding my future plans. You always wanted the best for me and I was blinded by other trivial things, not appreciating your efforts. I wish we could have hugged and cuddled more. Like that one time, when you picked me up from boarding school, I gave you such a big hug that you were still talking about it years later. But I also wish that you wouldn't have cheated on my mother, causing you two to separate from each other. I think that was the point where I had less respect toward you and distanced myself from your life. Still, you were so caring about my life choices. You cared about my future like no one else. You made me feel safe because you could just call one of your patients and ask them if I can do an internship at their company. You knew everybody and everybody knew you.
I think the love a daughter shares with her father is unique in so many different ways. It is sometimes an awkward kind of love, especially as a teen. But it is also protective, because a father knows how guys can hurt a girl. I would like to remember you as my personal hero, who would never judge me, just question me. Who would see me as a princess since the day I was born. Thank you for the 19 years I could spend with you.
Rest in peace, dad. I love you, forever.
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