cny part II: Dear Pa,
It is the simple things that give us joy and comfort - in coming back home after a long day in school and work and then hearing you say with your eyes above your lowered newspaper that i'm just in time for dinner.
I know my memory is going to dull and that in ten or fifteen years i won't remember specifically what it felt like to see you for the first time, that the perfect moment of meeting each other and not knowing each other's weaknesses will be lost as we find out that the other one isn't perfect. Even now, i have already forgotten how it feels to hold your hands and walk on your feet (yep the dinosaur walk) or to sit on your shoulders, holding your ears as reins. What i still remember though were the I'm The Daughter From Hell moments, and i thank God for your insanity that you loved me still.
I know you'd go to the ends of the earth and back if i was missing, i know you'd starve if it meant more food for me. I know all these things, even if our memory fails us, these thoughts will stay within me somehow for the rest of my life.
Happy birthday, Pa.
Our home-cooked reunion dinner earlier on. Sonno is NOT part of the dinner menu.
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