My father is a man of view words, but has a powerful voice!
Here I am: another Father’s Day spent away from home, and every year I get farther away and every year it gets harder.
When I sat down to write this post, I was not sure what to write. I looked at a blank word document and I thought about the past years and how my father and I have grown in our relationship! We have had our many laughs, our many words, our incredible adventures, and of course our jamming in the car. My father is truly my hero and the man who has taught me so much.
A memory I have when I think back on our relationship is one I am not sure he will even remember or want to remember, but it has truly shaped me into the young woman I am today.
Well here we go. Every girl remembers her first heartbreak right? It’s the one where you listened to “Picture to Burn” on your iPod shuffle over and over and over again, and you update you Facebook status to “Suzy is sad (emphasis on the IS), with that frowning face,” and just being truly heartbroken. Okay well, my first heartbreak was the summer after my sophomore year of high school.
My boyfriend, who I had been dating for nearly a year, broke up with me that summer. My family members did everything to keep me busy, my mom would find stuff for us to do like go see movies. Danielle helped me learn that a little shopping can help a broken heart (something is still truly stand by). Little did everyone realize that a teenager on summer break stays up ‘till 4 in the morning, watching T.V.
When I say everyone didn’t realize that, my dad did realized that, and my dad struggled to relate to me when it came to this heartbreak. One night when I was lying in bed, I remember it like no other. I was crying and crying, and my father, the man of few words, opened my door, laid down next to me, and just hugged me while I cried. We did not speak; he just let me cry, and that was it. I soon learned that Taylor Swift had many more songs on her CD. I didn’t have to always update my Facebook status to make someone jealous, and I learned that my first heartbreak was one for the books.
My father is a man of few words, but has such a powerful voice. Happy Father’s Day Dad! I love you—more than words can express.
Xoxo,
Molly