From My Dad
Posted on | September 1, 2010 | No Comments
as sent to me July 2008. And spoken to me, texted to me, emailed to me many times throughout this hell.
Monica:
I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you.
You know, a father can’t say these kinds of things too much.
Dad
P.S. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you. I love you, I’m proud of you.
These are the only words from a parent that I could bear to hear. And this is all my father said to me during these harrowing years. This, was his “advice.” This, was his support. This was his love sent from afar. And because of this, it encouraged me to keep on keeping on; feeling his love devoid of shame, blame, expectation, and disappointment. Thank you, daddy, for continuing to say the words that kept my heart open to you. And eventually, myself.
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