August 4th, 2009 (01:39 pm)
current mood: sad
Fathers seldom say "I love you"
Though the feeling 's always there,
But somehow those three little words
Are the hardest one to share.
And fathers say "I love you"
In ways that words can't match --
With tender bedtime stories --
Or a friendly game of catch !
You can see the words "I love you"
In a father's boyish eyes
When he runs home, all excited,
With a poorly wrapped surprise.
A father says "I love you"
With his strong helping hands --
With a smile when you're in trouble
With the way he understands.
He says "I love you" haltingly,
With awkward tenderness --
(It's hard to help a four-year-old into a party dress!)
He speaks his love unselfishly
By giving all he can
To make some secret dream come true,
Or follow through a plan.
A father's seldom-spoken love
Sounds clearly through the years --
Sometimes in peals of laughter,
Sometimes through happy tears.
Perhaps they have to speak their love
In a fashion all their own.
Because the love that fathers feel
Is too big for words alone!
(Author Unknown)
My father never says "I love you" or "I'm proud of you" or "You're important to me" loudly. He's not kinda guy who express his feeling through words. But I know, always know, that he loved me and I was his everything. That his children and wife were his everything.
I hear it when he laughed with me. When we joked and mocked each other. When he let me be me even when he didn't like it or approve it.
I know he's proud of me when he asked me to do something and I failed. But he'll ask me again. When we argued and fight because I know then that my opinion mattered otherwise he won't even bother to argue.
I hear "I love you" over and over through good days and bad days. When we had everything and when we lost everything we have. Through laughters and tears. Through sadness and pain. Through faith and doubt.
It's always "I love you"
I miss you, daddy. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
I miss you..and I always will.
'till we meet again
(August 16, 1953 - April 11, 2009)