I remember writing my post last year for Father’s Day. It’s hard to believe an entire year has gone by already. But, it has, and this time it’s only been 3 months since I’ve seen him last, instead of 6 months as it was before.
I miss my dad. I miss his hugs, I miss his corny puns (if you don’t get them at first, don’t worry. It’s like the sun, it will dawn on you.) I miss getting to talk to him regularly. I miss him coming down to my bedroom to say good morning or goodnight. In April, shortly after I returned from my visit home, I woke up to the sound of what sounded like my dad’s footsteps coming towards me. My first thought was, ‘my dad is coming to give me a hug and a kiss good morning’. Then I realized I was back in Africa and it would be over a year before I got to hug him again. I was SO disappointed. I cried. And I’m crying again as I write this.
I know it was hard for my dad while I was at home this last time because he was so busy with tax season, and even busier than usual since his partner had just passed away. He usually left fairly early in the morning, and arrived home late in the evening, not leaving us a lot of time together. So, he made time for me by taking time out to eat lunch with me several times while I was home. I know it wasn’t much, but it was wonderful to get to spend some one-on-one time with my dad.
Today, I hope to get to talk with him on Skype, to personally wish him a Happy Father’s Day. I know that if by chance we don’t get to talk, he still knows I love him very much, and I know he loves me and supports me, even though this work takes his little girl so very far from him.
Thanks dad, for loving me so much!