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kunta (profile) wrote,
on 1-12-2006 at 10:50pm
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Subject: Father
One day. . . When you were 8 years old, your dad handed
you an
ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it
all over
your lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for
piano
lessons. You thanked him by never even
bothering
to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove
you all
day,
from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday
party
after another. You thanked him by
jumping out of
the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you
and
your friends to the movies. You thanked
him by
asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned
you not
to watch certain TV shows. You thanked
him by
waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a
haircut that
was becoming. You thanked him by telling
him he
had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month
away at
summer camp. You thanked him by
forgetting to
write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from
work,
looking for a hug. You thanked him by
having your
bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to
drive
his
car. You thanked him by taking it every
chance you
could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an
important call. You thanked him by being
on the
phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high
school
graduation. You thanked him by staying
out
partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your
college
tuition, drove you to campus carried your
bags.
You thanked him by saying good-bye
outside the
dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in
front of
your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for
your
wedding, and he cried and told you how
deeply
he loved you. You thanked him by
moving halfway
across the country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and
needed you to
take care of him. You thanked him by
reading about
the burden parents become to their
children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And
everything you never did came crashing
down like thunder on your heart.

Take the Time to go or call your father and tell him that you do love him no matter how you show it, and be thankful you have him, some of us aren't lucky enough for that.
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