I often find myself in daydreams over what I miss the most about my Dad. Do I miss his mannerisms the most? His in-the-air golf swings, his back stretches, his giddy jig, or maybe his “hell-o” when he answers the phone. Maybe I miss his hugs the most. The best hug I have received from any man that walked this earth was my Dads. He side hug, his ill-catch-you hugs, his bear hug, his gentle hug with the kiss on the top of my head. What I would give for one of his hugs. His advice on small everyday things, on big things – how did he get so insightful and full of wisdom? Even when I didn’t want his advice at all, he would just reply back with a simple “one day” and wow was he right, “one day” is actually here.
I miss hearing his truck pull into the driveway. I miss the sound of his booming laughter. I miss having someone to razz around with, to banter back and forth with. I miss the idea of him, I miss the reality of him in my life. I miss calling him, and texting him. I miss dinners, and arguments, birthday cards, and ice cream drives. I miss it all so much.
And now more than anything, I miss my fathers encouragement. My Dad was blessed with the ability to lift people up, to encourage them, and make them feel stronger. I look at my life and everything I have achieved and I know without a doubt it was because my parents believed in me, they told me I could do anything. When I saw my father look at me, at any of his girls, I always knew two very clear things: he loved us all passionately and fervently AND he believed we hung the moon. There was NOTHING he thought we couldn’t do.
There are times my heart gets the best of me. Emotion sweeps over me and I wonder, was I really cut out to deal with this much pain, can I do this? And as frustrating as it can be at times, I know I can, and I know if my father was here he would say just that. He would tenderly guide me, encourage me along the way, he would send notes of praise to lift my spirits, and when that wasn’t enough he would finish the job with a swift kick in the butt.
My Dad believed in me and encouraged me; today I really miss that the most.
With that being said, Tiffany posted her first video she made of her playing the guitar and singing a song she wrote herself. Now I know I am biased because she is my sister BUT I think she is really freakin good and this song makes me very proud to listen too. I am so glad my parents took the time to foster confidence in us. There are endless people with amazing talents completely undiscovered because they don’t believe in themselves, and they don’t believe in themselves because they didn’t have anyone who believed in them. My sisters and I are so blessed to know we are capable of doing anything, even putting out songs on the world wide web that normally only the shower gets to hear. Proud of you Tiff!
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