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My dad.

Yesterday was fathers day.This day, since his death has never held much meaning to me. Ive not been sad or mad, just not affected.However, yesterday that changed.Yesterday I cried so much I got a headache. At first I was mad for feeling this way. But now I can see that after almost 11 years, Im finally feeling.I am feeling the loss of my father, my role model, my dad. After he died, I never really grieved. I went back to school, and carried on with life. Not so much by choice, more by force. So I’ve decided to share somethings about my father.Like how strong of a person her was. He didn’t have the best parents himself, nor the best upbringing. He was married young and had kids young. He didn’t get to finish his teen years, yet he took responsibility and became an amazing dad. I was raised by him, my mother was never in the picture.He used to take me fishing. We would packs snack, drinks and spend the day either at the park or at this pond he loved so much.We would ride bikes to the Englewood park to play tennis on days he didn’t work. We had days filled with so much fun, that I never knew we didn’t have much money.My childhood, may have bit a bit odd but I was loved. My father was my best friend. He used to paint my nails and braid my hair. Goodness, I remember he would put my hair in a ponytail for school… it would be so tight and perfect it was a facelift for me.I remember the Christmas he literally got every single thing I asked for. I remember the year I asked for Britany Spears perfume and I got it.I remember days he would get his beer and snack, sit in his recliner and “watch” a race or football game… but really he would just fall asleep. I remember him teaching me to bait a hook, and to remove the fish scales in the kitchen sink.I remember him always calling me bug.I remember him and I taking walks in the summer and talking about what life would be like when I grew up. Boy, we were wrong. Although, I did leave Ohio and travel some.My dad taught me something that has stuck with me- in life you have to make you happy.It may not always be easy, but being selfish is a good thing. You have to be happy in order to be the best you.For anyone who may have known me in school, you probably never really knew anything had even happened. For those of you who supported and loved me thank you.For those of you who bully, well you suck. You never know what is going on in someone elses life.You see, Im not writing this for anyone but myself. Ive learned that sometimes sharing is the best therapy….

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Hey All! I'm Alex! I'm a momma to two toddler boys and a wife to my Navy love. I'm a Mental Health Advocate, DIY Crafter, and a stay at home mom/wife. I hope you enjoy my stories and posts. Feel free to email me at madebymommabear@gmail.com any time.

2 thoughts on “My dad.

  1. I love the little details you share about your father. My Father’s Day post is dedicated to all those fatherless daughters out there. I’m lucky to have had my Dad for many years, though his sudden and tragic death continues to haunt me. Wishing you continued healing.

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