Dad....
Submitted by JR on 2003-02-1 01:12:53, Saturday
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I couldn't sleep tonight for some reason. I was just laying there staring at the cieling, so I decided to come onlne and see what was going on. On my way downstairs I noticed that Dad's bedroom door was open. The light by his bed was on, so I thought he might be awake. He wasn't He was sleeping. He's sitting up in the bed, his bok on his lap, sleeping. I went in sat on the edge of the bed and watched him sleep. I started to remember why I love him so. And then I tried to remember when I first realized that I loved him. And it came to me. I was 9. I had been staying at Dad's (I'm not going to use his real name) house for a few months. Most of the time I was there because Mom had to work. I had gone to the church like I always did right after school. I went into Dad's office and he wasn't there. That was not normal. I looked for him and couldn't find him. I started to worry, so I went to pastor's office and asked him if he knew where Dad was. He said he hadn't seen him for a couple of hours. I was scared. I went back to Dad's office saw that his coat and backpack were still there. Dad always took them when he left the church, so he had to be there. I searched and searched, but I couldn't find him. I went back to the pastors office and he said he still hadn't seen him. After we searched for half an hour we found Dad sitting outside on the lawn. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "Wishing that I had a chance to tell you that I love you." It wasn't the first time that he had told me that, but it made me smile. I gave him a hug and realized that I loved him too. I told him that I loved him and he gave the biggest hug ever. Ever since then any time I see him I feel nothing but love for him, even when I am mad at him. I will never forget the day that Mom died. I wish I could, but I can't. It's nights like this that I remember it most. I had been sleeping when Dad woke me up. "I need you fully awake," he had said. I took one look at his face and I knew something was wrong. Not something minor, but something big. I won't tell you all the details, only that the next week Dad was ALWWYAS there for me. My love for him has grown. In the worst time of my life, he was there. Sometimes holding my hand, sometimes just sitting there listening to me and other times holding me when I could not stop crying. But he was always there. And he still is. I know that right now that I could go wake him up and he would listen to me talk without complaining. He would stay up all night for me if I asked him to. But I won't. Sometimes I just want to be alone, but just knowing he is there is a comforting feeling. Dad has this thing he does every day, no matter what we are doing. He take me by the shoulders and kneels down so he's as tall as I am and says: "There are two things I want you to know as you go into the world today. First, I love you. I always have and I always will, no matter what happens. Second, you are very important to me. Be careful out there today. I don't want anythng to happen to you." Now I will ask you this. K owiing that this is a boylove site, and I undersatnd what that is, when is the last time you did something like that wit your young friend? I learned the hard way that you could loose him at anytime. Never miss the chance to tell him you love him. It may be the last chanxe you have. HR |
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