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Posted: 4/20/2007 7:54:58 PM EDT
My daughter wrote this in her my-space:


Tuesday, April 17, 2007

 my real dad
Current mood:  grateful
Category: Blogging


my real dad has been there from the start.

i wish i could rewrite the past, but i can't.

i love him. he loves me.

i miss him. he misses me.

i have a step dad. but hes not my real dad... and never can be.

don't get me wronge i love him too... but its not the same.

my real dad is special. he can't be replaced.

no matter how ausome my sep dad is.

my parents been devorsed since i was three.

i wish they would have got along and followed it threw.

but they didn't and there's nothing i can do.

my dad has a dangerous job.

he could die any time he goes to work.

i relized this when he was by my side.

so i held his hand and tried not to cry.

he took me and just me to dinner.

we country danced.

i learned how to two step.

i had fun and shared laughs.

we hung out and now i have memories just in case.

no he wont be here forever... but his job doesn't help the results.

he showed me how to oil piant.

he showed me how to drive a quad.

he showed me how to do soo much.

he's my father, my friend, a teacher and soo much more.

i went to a father/daughter banquit with my step dad.

it didn't feel right.

i wanted my dad.

i cried that night.

it should of been him i went with that night.

he'll joke ang laugh with me.

he'll hug and hold me.

he's my real dad... no one can replace him.

i have two dads...yes.

but one is blood and always been there and one has not.

yes my real dad might only see me every other weekend...

but hes still my dad.

my step dad might be here to "raise" me but he can't be compared to my father.

i do not consider my step "dad" as my dad.

no. i can't.

my dad can't be replaced.

if the heavens shall take my dad then yes i'll cry and morn.

i'll cry myself to sleep nd miss him every day.

but i'll know he'll be happy, safe, and he'll wait for me.

he's help me relize that life is cruel,yes... but friends are sweet as candy

and family is always there. boyfiends come and go but families' love stays even if the heaven takes them.

i can't be sure what tomarrow brings but my dad will be there.

if if hes gone. hes still my dad. i'll still love him.

though i think he can be mean... i know its for a perpose.... and he still loves me.

i can tell him my secrets and not worry about a thing.

he is my dad, my only dad, and i love him.




Link Posted: 4/20/2007 8:01:56 PM EDT
[#1]
Your a lucky fella.
Link Posted: 4/20/2007 8:05:55 PM EDT
[#2]

Quoted:
Your a lucky fella.


+1, gotta go hug my kids now................
Link Posted: 4/20/2007 9:58:46 PM EDT
[#3]
Lucky X2.  How old?  If she's in her teens, you won the lottery.
Link Posted: 4/21/2007 12:15:22 AM EDT
[#4]
Very lucky.

Nothing shows what kind of a person you are like how your children turn out when they grow up.

Is this the same young lady that you brought to PCR's house the other weekend?

Link Posted: 4/21/2007 3:34:44 AM EDT
[#5]

Quoted:
Very lucky.

Nothing shows what kind of a person you are like how your children turn out when they grow up.

Is this the same young lady that you brought to PCR's house the other weekend?



Yes, and to answer the how old she is, 13.

The sad thing is I know deep down in her hart that she wants to live with me. But her mom is such a bitch that she would start filing all kinds of false police reports to get her back along with screwing with her head

Just a few months ago she did try to move to live with me and it was not pretty

As parents we want are kids to grow up to be successful. She has gone a little EMO or whatever you want to call it, I think mostly to re-bell against her mom But I love her and hope she grows out of it one of these days. But if she don't, it's not the end of the world and she's going to be her own person no matter what, I'll love her anyway she comes. I'm lucky she loves me as much as she does at 13. I pretty much hated my parents growing up and I still can't talk to my dad for more than 5 minutes.

The thing she wrote about me having a dangerous job almost made me cry, and I have thought about it in the past.  But I fear God, and I'm a firm believer when he calls your name on your special day, "that's your day". The one thing that reminds me to say my prayers most is when I'm 30-120' off the ground in a tree hanging on a rope looking down and saying to myself, "Father if I fall (cut myself, or the tree breaks, or ?) I'm going to die, please take me to heaven, please forgive me of all my sins and be in my heart". For that simple prayer and that feeling, I just can't give up my job, if you know what I mean.
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