Daddy's Little Girl
My father died in 2000 of lung cancer. I was blessed enough to have been there to say good bye to him when he left us...for the final time. I was not raised with my father. He married my mother because he got her pregnant with me. When I was born, I became his world. For the next two years he envolped me in his love and then walked a way. For the next 13 years I saw him only twice. During that time I could not get much information from my mother about him, so I came up with all these ideas of who he was. I told kids he was a spi for the American goverment, he was fight the war in Vietnam, I even said he was Howard Hughes. Then one morning when I was 15 I got a phone call from him asking if I'd come spend the summer with him. I was on a plane to him the next day. When I saw him I ran and jumped into his arms and hugged him so tight. It felt like he had never been away. I had a wonderful time getting to know my father. He taught me how to play poker and yatzee and to love fried onion rings. When it was time for me to go home he drove me rather than fly so he could spend more time. I returned to school a much happier and more confident person, because I saw my dad. I had new stories to tell the kids at school. He was a truck driver and the best mechanic in all of America. Sadly 7 more years went by before I heard from him again. For the next 20 years we became pen-palss He called me on my birthday every year and on christmas morning. He finally found a women to settle down with and seemed happy. I had given him his only grandchildren at that time and I wanted him to meet them. I sent him a plane ticket to come and visit. It was at this time I really got to know just who my father really was. He was a troubled man when he was younger, Alcohal had inslaved him for so long, he couldn't stay in one place to long. It was at this visit I told my father I forgive him. It was such a nice visit. His grandchildren instantly loved him and he was so proud of them. After he returned home, he called me to say he had lung cancer and didn't have long to live. Our phone calles became much more frequent. Then he couldn't talk, so it was back to letters. I got to go see him one last time, to hug him and tell him I love him very much. Honestly my father wasn't there for me growing up. He wasn't there for my first day of school, he didn't see me receive my awards for being a good student and athlete, He didn't attend my highschool graduation or walk me down the isle and give me away on my wedding day, but I know to the bottom of my heart, my father loved me so very much. Because of that is why I miss him so very much.