Daddy

I know my family is 6 hours away, but I worry a lot about them.

I know my family can take care of themselves, but I want to help them.

I know my family is capable of so many things, but I want to teach them.

In the economic state of our country and the changes we are being told to make, people's lives are in panic. People are feeling loss in an opposite way that I am. My family and I are fortunate and have so many things that others dont, but when it comes down it...

I have been working hard and trying to do good - in a feeling of loss. I have been trying to help, but it keeps me from little things that other people have. People may panic, but have so much to drive them. 

I dont have time to be with my friends. I dont have time to paint the streets for the 100th year of Relays. I dont have time to go to dinner with people. I dont have time to go to church events. I DONT HAVE TIME and it is THE MOST HORRIBLE FEELING you could ever have. 

Heck, I dont have time to do laundry. Chores! In College! 

And if I didn't get bread for my PB Sandwches a few days ago, I probably wouldnt be eating!

I've learned that I am a lot like my Daddy. He is a very independent person. He is a strong person. He is a stubborn person. He is a loving person.

And When you love someone, you help them.

When you love someone, you take care of them - if they need you or not

When you love someone, you teach them all you know -  so that they can live to their full potential. 

I used to say that my Daddy was anti-social and a workaholic but I was wrong. I just didn't understand. He works with his friends everyday. He learns from them everyday. And He loves his job. He does what he loves, which not only allows him a network of friends with so much in common, but his job provides for a family... He cares for us. Countless days he has helped me with homework, gone to performances and recitals, played catch in the backyard, took me to dance classes, let me play piano at the same time as the "big game", protectively watched me do flippy-du-dads on the trampoline from the kitchen window, reminded me of the flying worm and kiki... 

He was and is always there. For me. For his friends. And his co-workers. 

He has been making changes as I have. He has been feeling pain and loss like I have. He is very much a similar individual as myself. 

I am thankful for my Daddy. 

I am so thankful that I know these words are not enough... never will be enough.

You chose me. You have taken me in. You have loved me, helped me, and cared for me... and I cant even count how many times you worried about me :)

You were there. You are here. You will always be here. 

The heart is a powerful thing.