Dedicated to My Hero
As it happens when your dad lives four hours away and you don’t drive, it doesn’t look like I’m going to be able to spend Father’s Day with him this year. Unfortunately, this happens a lot. As much as I’d love to be there for him on his special days, often times, I’m not able to. Despite plans, things don’t work out the day you want them to. I know it’s not all that important to him – he’d rather just have me around instead of worrying about the days when he’s supposed to be celebrated, but I wanted to do something extra special for him this year – even if I’m broke.
See, Dad’s been going through a rough time recently. I know work has been stressful for him, but beyond that, he’s in the middle of a really messy divorce. I’m extremely proud of himself for taking the steps needed to get out of the situation, but she’s been absolutely dreadful to him. Like, beyond rational dreadful. Dreadful to the levels of – is inflicting this much pain on someone really necessary? It makes me sad to see. He’s my dad, I adore him, and I can’t stand anyone treating him like a piece of garbage. He deserves better than that.
So Dad, this is why you’re my hero:
You love me no matter how difficult I’ve been. And let me tell you, it’s been a rough ride.
You taught me how to write. You taught me how to use my imagination, to create, and to see magic everywhere in the world. You taught me that dreams really do come true, and adventure is out there just waiting for us to dive in.
I know that I’m far more capable than what I give myself credit for, because you make me believe that I really can be the hero of my own story.
You call me pumpkin, and tell me that I’m your happy thought.
You’re the biggest sap and cry during romantic comedies. I could never end up with a man who isn’t as softhearted as you are.
You set my standard for how much anyone I’m with has to value and adore me. I can’t accept any less.
When I’m sad, all I want is a Dad hug, because there’s nowhere I feel safer than curled up on the couch playing video games with you.
You drive for eight hours straight just to pick me up for a few days.
You’re actually hilarious and amazing with people. It’s hard to imagine anyone not adoring you. You taught me how to handle myself in any conversation.
I’ve watched you throughout my entire life, and I’ve seen you grow and develop and be selfless at every turn, and I’m so incredibly proud of you.
I don’t think I’d be nearly as big of a nerd, an impulsive shopper, or such a huge lover of b-rated movies if it weren’t for you.
The older I get, the more I see myself in you. It inspires me, and if I can be even half as creative and sweet as the person you are, I will have done quite well for myself.
You taught me that it’s okay to laugh no matter how angry or upset I am. And that it’s good to make fun of yourself a lot of the time too. Don’t take life so seriously.
I know what it means to be a leader, and I wouldn’t have known that if not for you.
You make me believe in fairy tales.
So Dad, I adore you. Thank you for all the time you’ve spent with me up at The Cabin, cooking us white macaroni in mugs, and telling us bedtime stories as children. Thank you for being my inspiration, for taking me on countless ghost town trips, and for creating mysteries out of the simplest things.
You know, I never told you this, but as a kid, I always thought you were a lot like Robin Williams in the movie Hook. I watched you go through struggles, times of great depressions and miseries, and between you working so much and being preoccupied by the world’s misfortunes, it seemed to me for a while that you, just like him, had lost his magic.
But I’ve seen you reclaiming that for yourself. All I want for you is to believe full-heartedly in all the adventures you always taught me to have faith in, that you too can be the hero of your own story, and rise above anything that wants to prevent you from flying.
Daddy, you’re my happy thought. You’re the only superhero I’m ever going to need, the most important man in my life, and a big enough sap to cry when you read this. You cook better than anyone I know, especially your hashies, and the best writing partner anyone could ask for. You’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever been privileged enough to know, and the best dad a girl could ask for.
Love you always,