Fathers and Daughters: No wonder we cry!
You never know when something will reach out to you and take hold, and when you have kids, sometimes it's the strangest things. Katharine, my 11 year old - going on 40ish and I have just such a relationship. She is still in that phase where she can write stories to express her feelings and one such I saved (she doesn't know I found it - hahahahaha).
After one of those father/daughter tiffs we all have...which go something like: You did - I didn't, You will - I won't, You can't - I can, UP- DOWN. and then there is great wailing and gnashing of teeth followed by customary slamming of doors and all the world shudders for that split second....just before the end of the world......then peace. or maybe just mutual disarmament....she wrote this:
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You and Me I wore black that day, I wore black from head to toe. That day would change me forever. It was the day of my daddy's funeral. My daddy passed less than a week ago, when he was in a car accident. We had had a fight that morning, and we never had a chance to make up, or even say good-bye. I know that will haunt me for the rest of my life. Ever since my daddy left, I have cried myself to sleep. Last night, I had to sleep on the floor, because I had cried so much, my pillow and blanket were still wet. The night was so long I never thought I'd make it. I did though, and I'm still here. At the funeral, people were dressed in black and other dark colors. There were flowers everywhere. I walked up to my fathers coffin, rested one hand on top and said, "Daddy, I'm sorry. I know you're gone and I'm even sorrier that I didn't apologize before it was too late. But when I come to heaven to be with you, that's the first thing I'll do when I see you." They lowered my daddy's body those six feet, while I stood and watched from the edge of the hole. I felt like jumping in just to be with my dad one more time. I dropped a single rose into the hole, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and looked up at my mom, who said "Now it's just you and me kid." I smiled, I liked being called kid. I turned once to look at my dad's grave. I blew a kiss in that direction, suddenly I felt a breeze and I knew that dad was blowing me a kiss, a kiss from heaven. |
