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I wrote a letter to my dad, who I will be seeing the fourth or fifth time this year on Easter. Just tell me what ya think of it:<br><br><br> Dad<br><br> Dad, I know we’ve had our problems, and I know you have another life. I know that you do care, even when you’re not here. You just don’t know how to show it, we have nothing in common, we only see each other on Holidays, and for brief moments throughout the year. I tried searching for a card, just to tell you how I feel, but everything was all about Dad’s always being there. And most of what they said, reminded me of you, even though you never come around, I know you’ll support whatever I do. I don’t back talk you, I don’t even yell at you. I try to hard, just to make you proud. You have 6 other kids that you also have to care about. <br> You also have your job, and your wife. You’re family, and problems in everyday life. There’s so many things unspoken, yet there is nothing for us to talk about. I long for the Holidays, just to see you there. Just to know you’re not an illusion, and it makes me feel great that I still have a Dad, and not everyone knows their own father. <br> Sometimes I do realize, we know hardly anything about each other. I just know what you tell me, not what I want to learn. I ask Mom questions, all the time, but you’re not here for me to ask. <br> I have to turn to mom to ask about guys, about feelings, and about friends. What can I turn to you for? Money? The only time we bother talking, is when a problem does come up. Like when mom wants Child Support, or when there is a death.<br> Even though Marcus lives with us, I don’t call him Dad. That word has become overused for me. I’ve said it too many times. I’m tired of calling people Dad, because every time I do, in the end, I’m always the one let down. Dad’s are supposed to be people to count on, people who protect you, and you can run to when you need it. A Dad is someone who is just like you’re mom, but more daring to live. <br> I still call you Dad, just to let you know I care. <br> I guess what all this leads down to is: <br> I love You

Comments

  • Wow thats realy good, it makes me want to cry, my dad moved away from us when i was in 1st grade, im in 8th now. the last time i saw him was at my brothers funeral, and i havnt talked to him for over a year, mainly becuase i dont know what to talk to him about and im so mad at him. the last time he called he had just gotten out of jail, and he said he might have to go back i was crying all night. ive tried to rite him letters but i mean theres nothing to say.
  • Yeah, I only see my dad on major holidays
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