Thursday, April 4, 2013
D is for Dad
I am, ahem, a mature woman whose father has been gone for close to twenty years but to this day when I think of him it is always as my Dad, emphasis on my.
I know kids tend to think the world revolves around them but somehow I completely missed the fact that my parents were autonomous, with a life outside of our house. Now that I'm an adult, I know this was partially by design since my dad (there I go again), carefully kept his adult problems out of my childish world.
If he were here today I would thank him for my carefree childhood and let him know that no matter how old I get he will always be MY dad.