A Letter To My Dad

A Letter To My Dad

Dear Daddy,

A tree does not fall very far from it’s existence. My genes, characteristics and goodness come from you.

I could never say these things enough to describe the depth, sincerity and unconditional of the following:

I love you

I miss you

I thank you

Always…

There are so many things that I wish that I could tell you.

I wish that you could understand me.

I look for you in other men.

I wish that we can put away our differences and learn to live and exist together.

Neither of us are perfect.

I am stubborn as you are, perhaps not as much of ego, but stand firm by my own stance.

Both of us have been proud and ashamed of each other amongst other sentiments. What makes us so different?

If it was not for your ambition, hard work and love, we would not have made it so far.

Your daughters, your sister and your grand daughters love you and seek an agent of change to give us the liberty to be true to ourselves and others.

I choose truth over and above everything, not anybody elses  truth but my own and what maybe the cost even YOU. I am sorry.

Nobody does anything extreme without valid reasons, especially leaving their own family that they love so dearly.

Either you don’t understand or don’t want to or don’t care.

The outsiders that you fear have never come to your rescue in need, so why are you so concerned about what they think or say?

Why?

We have to live in this society. Which society that does not allow us to be true?

Let us make our own society, our own clan and tribe where moral courage is normal.

Many nights, I have cried myself to sleep thinking of you and missing you. My life will never be the same without you.

You are an important part of my life.

You have an amazing heart, please find in it the compassion to forgive us women who have unintentionally offended you by living our own lives according to the voice inside us.

I will sign off on this letter with these last words that I hope and pray that we make peace with each other before it is too late…
I have cried many times listening to this song and thinking of you.

The Living Years lyrics

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I’m a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I’m a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thought
Stilted conversations
I’m afraid that’s all we’ve got

You say you just don’t see it
He says it’s perfect sense
You just can’t get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defence

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It’s the bitterness that lasts

So Don’t yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don’t give up, and don’t give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye

I wasn’t there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn’t get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I’m sure I heard his echo
In my baby’s new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It’s too late when we die
To admit we don’t see eye to eye


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