A Letter To; My Dad

Dad, this is a little late, as we were traveling on father’s day. The week before and week after returning have been crazy. So I do apologize for this being late.

When I was younger you were my whole world. I was definitely a daddy’s girl. We did so much together. You would come to my school on Friday’s and have lunch with me, staying to play with my friends and I after school.

We lived down the street from Loomiller park and spent so many evenings and weekends there with or without my neighborhood friends. I remember the time they put the Frisbee golf in and we played a couple rounds of it. (It wasn’t as fun as it sounded. I preferred the playground.)

We spent many weekends and weeknights riding our bikes around Longmont. We visited every park and public school playground by December 31, 1999. The final one being the “New Park” (on 12-31-99!). It was a great accomplishment!

We also spent many weekends camping and hiking.

I remember that time when we had Stubby (our dog) pull the sled when we were up in the mountains and I was laying down in the sled. We didn’t see the rock the sled was dragged over. I still have back pain from that, but I have a great story to tell from it!

And then in fifth grade, just a couple weeks after my 11th birthday, and a little over a month after 9/11, you went to fix a strand of lights (from the American Flag made out of “Christmas lights” you put in the tree) and fell out of the tree.

It was the worst time of my life. I was so broken-heart-ed and so worried. But you pulled through and made a full recovery. (which I knew you would.)

Then I got into middle school and our relationship changed. I was growing up and didn’t want to spend as much time with you as I used to. (I know that had to have been hard on you.)

We’ve had our differences from time-to-time, but you’ve never given up on me. No matter what I did. You’ve always been there for me. You’ve always supported me.

Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.

Thank you for being there for me right after I was abused by my ex.

Thank you for sharing a love of Skillet with me.

Thank you for giving me a million memories that I hope to re-create with my own children.

Thank you for the poem you said to me every single night until I was in my 20’s. (I say it every night to both Brodey and Hailey!)

Thank you for being there for me when other people’s parents might have given up.

I love you, DAD!

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