Dear Dad;
I remember the phone call as I played in the den, the
serious face and the concerned voice. I remember the look on your face as you
hung up the phone. I remember balking at the words you said as soon as they
came out of your mouth. I remember my own tears. I remember you rushing to my
side and scooping me up, letting me cry until I could cry no more. I remember some
version of this happening over and over again.
Who did you run to when the deluge hit and you were overcome
by grief that you didn’t show? Where did you turn when mom was at their funerals
all those hundreds of miles away? What did you do when you put me to bed heartsick
at losing each one of them?
They were not of your blood, but that didn’t seem to matter.
They were your brothers just as much as they were her brothers. Mom jetted off
to be with her family through every death. And you
were with me while I navigated the sadness and loss that my youth made me
ill-prepared to handle. But who was there for you?
I've always thought about those times in terms of mom's
heart break, my heart break, grandma's heart break. But your heart break was
just as palpable, but you kept it at bay for me and mom.
I look back now and see how alone you were with your own
grief and how you may not have taken the time to grieve at all. I just wanted
to say I’m sorry and thank you.
Love;
Your Daughter
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This is my entry into the Trifecta Challenge this week and it's inspired by this blog post I wrote about my dad forever and a day ago. I still wonder how he got through those challenging times as well as he did. i have more to say about this, but I'm not sure I can without breaking down in tears.
BLOOD (noun)
1
a (1) : the
fluid that circulates in the heart, arteries, capillaries, and veins of
a vertebrate animal carrying nourishment and oxygen to and bringing
away waste products from all parts of the body (2) : a comparable fluid of an invertebrate
b : a fluid resembling blood
2
: the shedding of blood; also : the taking of life
13 comments:
Your poor dad! There are situations that are just too horrible for anyone to have to deal with...
What a wonderful letter you wrote, and what a compassionate daughter you are!
This was really touching. Thank you for sharing it.
Very nicely written.
Cheers!
Your poor dad! Children are often unaware of how adults suffer. The writing is so poignant. LM
Sad, but lovely writing. The grief really shows through. I'm sure you were a rock for your dad during those hard times.
Thanks guys for all the kind words.
A letter that is sad, yet feels like it was a relief to write... many carry sadness inside for the sake of others. Great and original take
Oh, this is so heart-breaking and so amazing. What a lovely choice of writing for this prompt. It sounds to me like you and your father have a lot in common.
A beautiful letter.
This was so sweet and heart-felt I almost cried. I feel like a jerk now...I've never thought of thanking either one of my parents for burying their grief so they could be strong for me.
That is the kind of parent I aspire to be.
Great reflection of the things we begin to understand as adults. Good on your Dad!
Ah, Trifecta, you are breaking my heart. Thanks for all the lovely thoughts.
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