A Fathers Promise to His Daughter

There's something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.  ~John Gregory Brown


It was shortly after my first breath when my father took me in his arms, held my tiny perfect hand in his, looked into my brand new eyes and whispered how he loves me. He spoke softly of giving me a life of endless dreams, intentions of faith and great hope. He promised me these gifts.  He then squeezed my hand and made a vow that as my dad he would forever be with me.


As I grew older so did he. The world we both live in constantly changing. At times I couldn't keep up and at times he couldn't keep up. Global events, history making changes in society and personal achievements shaped our ideals. Sometimes for the better. Sometimes not. 


We watched each others challenges, struggles and triumphs. We celebrated and we mourned. We forgave each others shortcomings and focused on the present. At times he would trip and fall, get up and try to do better. At times I would trip and fall, get up and try to do better. I never saw him give up on anything and he never saw me give up on anything. We both shared compassion and giving for others, a sense of adventure and a desire to learn. In our own ways we tried each day to live right. 


For fifty years he was the best possible father he could be and for

fifty years I was the best possible daughter I could be.


Last week I held his worn out hand in mine as he was taking his few last breaths. He looked at me with his fading eyes and whispered how he loves me. With his eyes I softly heard the words he spoke for me long ago as I held his frail body in my arms one last time.  Words of endless dreams, intentions of faith and great hope. Gifts he has given me over his life. He squeezed my once perfect little hand in his as he took that last breath. A squeeze to remind me of a vow he made the day I was born. A promise that as my dad he would forever be with me. 


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