Hmmmmmmm I gave myself enough time to write this stuff, I found it hard to come up with something like this. Everybody needs a guardian angel to help them through tough times and to let them know that someone cares.
Fathers, in most families, are our special unsung heroes. Any man can be a father But it takes someone special to be a Dad. Dad, Daddy, Pop, Abu, Papa - many different names,whatever it is you calls your dad, those words will always mean so much to you and to him.
I can write endlessly in this piece how "perfect" my father is. He, just like any parent, has made mistakes. you know It's easy to be taken advantage of or to get hurt when you give everything that you have to someone to show that you care.
My relationship with my father is, I think, better than the rest of my siblings. Somehow, in a sort of quiet way, I understood him—his moods, rules and dreams. Still, just like any family, ours also went through struggles and disappointments.
I have never been a material girl. My father always told me never to love anything that cannot love you back
. . . . my dad is my hero. I'm never free of a problem nor do I truly experience a joy until we share it. I need him to know when I am hurting. I need him to know when I'm happy. I need him to know to hear me. I got what I wanted every time.
My guide, my companion, me mentor, my supporter, my defender, my strength, my toy repairman, my playmate, my wiper of noses and tears, my laughter, my driving instructor, fashion consultant but always most of all my closest and surest friend. . . .
We would sometimes squabble over trivialities, but always knowing in our hearts that nothing could ever change how we felt about each other and, in my case, that here is the rock that I could always turn to..
You have given me the world. Your LOVE, support and constant encouragement has made me the girl I am today. I am truly grateful for all the lessons you have taught me through your guiding example of how to give freely and love unconditionallyThank you for always encouraging me to follow my dreams and do what I love.You have taught me about patience, family and LOVE!!!
I have so many fond memories...family parties,the countless times you drove from home to school in early mornings and we enjoyed yummie Halwa Purri breakfast in the car (mum never know this) I remember the first time I was up to Hostel and could not manage alone in hostel, I came back crying and said I wanted to quit. You looked at me, smiled, gave me a hug and said...
"don’t give up and keep your head up sweetheart."
and finally I ended up staying there for four long years!! I remember your patience dad as you taught me everything, cheering me up at weekends in hostel but only in my first year!! Valentine`s of 2006, my first valentine at hostel, cant forget dad, how you made me feel so special, your hugs & smiling face to remind me that I would be okay when I was sad..and so many more loving memories.
we have a strong bond of relationship and thats a "mysterious bond". no one can understand!!
i love you dad...
& I miss you...