Happy Father’s Day!
I dedicate this to all those people who grew up without a father.
A Fathers' Day story...and a story about my Dad, one of my heroes!
Father. I honestly am still scared of you. My rationality says to love you. Yet my emotional being is so damn afraid of you.
I'm sure you want me to write something beautiful, something happy. But I can't afford that luxury. Some people have fathers some people aren't so lucky. I'm the one who sits at the park bench watchin...
Dear Dad, I love you, and I still remember that fateful day when you gave your life so I could live.
This is sort of a life story so buckle up, and lets go for a ride...
Words have always escaped me, when it comes to saying what I really feel, so I've always borrowed the words of others, in a card or in a quote. When I've usually found those words, they've never reall...
Yesterday my dad, for an initiation into driving(starting this week for me), took me on a joyride to show me the capabilities of a car. This is the story of that.
Whose love-veil leaves me with the feel, like of the sun-hugs after the chill.
I dedicate this to all those people who grew up without a father.
A Fathers' Day story...and a story about my Dad, one of my heroes!
Father. I honestly am still scared of you. My rationality says to love you. Yet my emotional being is so damn afraid of you.
I'm sure you want me to write something beautiful, something happy. But I can't afford that luxury. Some people have fathers some people aren't so lucky. I'm the one who sits at the park bench watchin...
Dear Dad, I love you, and I still remember that fateful day when you gave your life so I could live.
This is sort of a life story so buckle up, and lets go for a ride...
Words have always escaped me, when it comes to saying what I really feel, so I've always borrowed the words of others, in a card or in a quote. When I've usually found those words, they've never reall...
Yesterday my dad, for an initiation into driving(starting this week for me), took me on a joyride to show me the capabilities of a car. This is the story of that.
Whose love-veil leaves me with the feel, like of the sun-hugs after the chill.