Wait. Don’t go. Don’t run. This is not one of my angry letters where I shit on you till I can’t breathe anymore 🙂 Not that I feel sorry for you on those days.
I wondered about you today.
Wondered if you ever have random moments where you think about me
Moments where you think about all the moments we have missed out on
Anyways, I was day dreaming about how if you were around, if you had chosen to stick around
We would have gone on so many daddy – daughter dates
How you would have taught me about man confidence…you know this ease and confidence men walk around with. This assurance that they are right. This ability to leave no room for failure.
I imagine you teaching me about men. How to navigate this relationship thing. Yeah, I still haven’t figured that one out yet J J J
I still don’t know how to braai and I would surely be a braai master by now if you would teach me.
I love running. Road running. Marathon running. For some reason, I don’t think this is something you would enjoy but I do see you running with me one or twice a year just to put a smile on my face.
I sometimes think about the many hilarious stories you would tell me about your childhood or as an adult navigating through this life thing.
Dad, would you come back even if it’s just for a day… for an ice-cream date, a sunset drive while I sip on some Gin and pink Tonic 🙂 and of course a quick stop to dance on the side of the road. Dad, could you get me this green dress I saw at a boutique way above my budget?! Your daughter has a taste for the finer things in life. I don’t know where she got that from.
But if you don’t have a day and can only spare an hour, I would just love to sit and listen to some of your biggest life lessons. To your life stories. I would love to know what you are passionate about. What dreams would you like to awaken and pursue. Oh and I would need you to give me a forehead kiss. Then you could go dad. Go back to your life and I to mine.