I am lucky. The men who represent “father” in my life are here. I can talk to them when the mood strikes. The story of our lives together is unwritten. A girl never tires of being adored by her father. For me, I love to make mine laugh. I learned my appreciation of the absurd from him. He bequeathed to me my sense of funny. My mother will be the first to tell you that I am my dad. I see both of my parents in me and not just the naughty bits. I am lucky that my life was built on the foundation of two people who loved each other and the four of us.
I am lucky. Because I know how much it will hurt when the story ends. I think of my lady friends who are missing their daddies this weekend while we lucky ones praise our own. I will tell you that you have done them proud. Though he may not be here to wrap his arms around you, I hope you can still feel his love.
I am lucky….believe me that I know that I am.