I am My Father’s Daughter, sounds redundant maybe. But I am. I miss him and often feel the pain of his passing since June 24, 2010.
To me, he was a man of few words, with a twinkle in his eyes when he smiled! He had a wealth of knowledge about history, the military, geography, collecting coins – one of his hobbies was metal detecting!
Dad had a quiet voice, and a chuckle that followed whenever he dropped a nugget of truth.
My parents divorced when I was around 4 or 5. But I remembered that he always called me by my first and middle name whenever we spoke on the phone in my teen years, not because I had done something wrong, but that’s just the way it was – special!
I love him and I am thankful for Dad who made me feel heard, accepted and loved particularly during those last five years of his life.
I miss him and appreciate every word of encouragement throughout my life, and especially the conversations we had when writing my second book. He provided me with a trove of information and was often my sounding board as I wrote MIDNIGHT BLUE.
He was so proud the day it was published!
I often feel twinges of his death, but I am resilient, strong, quiet, strategic…. Just like my Dad!
