MistyRocks
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Okay, i know that practically noone knows me on this forum because i'm absolutely awful at posting anything. that's probably because my main interest is fanfiction and on this forum i've never felt my opinion was valid enough (given that the mods of the writing forum are pretty damn talented so i feel i've nothing to contribute).
anyway, on a purely selfish note, aside from my visits to read, i decided to return to post a topic about my dad, my hero.
i don't know how many of you have ever viewed your parents as anything other than the people who raised you, as human beings. if you're like me and have heard your parent's story, how they came to be the person who gave you life and, more importantly, what they did with you to help create the person you have become, and you are fond of them, then maybe you have developed an attachment similar to the one that i have to my father.
i love my dad. i love him for everything that he has done for me. more importantly, i've taken an objective view (as much as a daughter could) of everything he has done for his family and all i can do is cry. not for him, but for how much i hope that someday i can do and feel for my own family, what he has felt and done for his. my mother, my sister and myself all love him so much that it brings us each to tears when we think of him being unwell.
he's provided every one of us, my mother, my sister and myself, with every opportunity we could ever want. he is so ridiculously giving considering what he had to do to earn his way in the world, that i think if everyone could take a page from his book, everyone would be so much more generous with what they had.
two days ago, he went into hospital for heart problems. he's been sick for over two weeks and just the thought of him being sick has meant that myself, my sister and my mother has cried ourselves to sleep for that length of time.
i'm not looking for pity because so far as i'm concerned he's going to come out of hospital fine. i just wanted to say my piece, hopefully in a decent atmosphere, where my sister isn't going to see it because i'd rather stay strong for her and my mother. and also, as cheesy as it sounds, i'd love to believe that maybe by reading how much a parent means to their child, it would inspire some to tell their mother/father/daughter/son/whatever that they love them.
seriously, i'm a huge believer in the power of positive thought/feeling. i don't care if it makes me a hippy or whatever. i think everyone should go out and spread love!
and that's probably the most honest post i've posted anywhere, never mind just this forum...
anyway, on a purely selfish note, aside from my visits to read, i decided to return to post a topic about my dad, my hero.
i don't know how many of you have ever viewed your parents as anything other than the people who raised you, as human beings. if you're like me and have heard your parent's story, how they came to be the person who gave you life and, more importantly, what they did with you to help create the person you have become, and you are fond of them, then maybe you have developed an attachment similar to the one that i have to my father.
i love my dad. i love him for everything that he has done for me. more importantly, i've taken an objective view (as much as a daughter could) of everything he has done for his family and all i can do is cry. not for him, but for how much i hope that someday i can do and feel for my own family, what he has felt and done for his. my mother, my sister and myself all love him so much that it brings us each to tears when we think of him being unwell.
he's provided every one of us, my mother, my sister and myself, with every opportunity we could ever want. he is so ridiculously giving considering what he had to do to earn his way in the world, that i think if everyone could take a page from his book, everyone would be so much more generous with what they had.
two days ago, he went into hospital for heart problems. he's been sick for over two weeks and just the thought of him being sick has meant that myself, my sister and my mother has cried ourselves to sleep for that length of time.
i'm not looking for pity because so far as i'm concerned he's going to come out of hospital fine. i just wanted to say my piece, hopefully in a decent atmosphere, where my sister isn't going to see it because i'd rather stay strong for her and my mother. and also, as cheesy as it sounds, i'd love to believe that maybe by reading how much a parent means to their child, it would inspire some to tell their mother/father/daughter/son/whatever that they love them.
seriously, i'm a huge believer in the power of positive thought/feeling. i don't care if it makes me a hippy or whatever. i think everyone should go out and spread love!
and that's probably the most honest post i've posted anywhere, never mind just this forum...
