Always a day that pulls on my heart strings a bit – Fathers Day.  It’s that day when I feel like a truly crap daughter as I find it hard to keep in touch as often as I know I should.

My parents split up when I was 4.  They were too young.  It’s fine.  It’s life.  It’s ok.

It tends to mean though … that you don’t keep in touch as much as you should do, as you are not used to having a father figure in your life.  And this is not good.  It’s not a good excuse either.  I realise that.

Soooo – although I don’t call you every week dad, or every month for that matter.  I want you to know that I think of you daily. I really do.

 

You are a great man.  A man that I’m proud of.  A man that I brag about.  Every time I look in the mirror – or giggle at myself for some sort of extroverted behaviour, or notice my ability to be able to have a crack with anyone, or give a nod to the fact that I’m a risk taker, and live life to the full …I see you – and thank you for it.

I love you Dad.  Always will, Always have,

Till later,

Love from Your First Born.

❤