Screaming, crying, throwing up while reading this because did we share a father? lol. Anyways, I was brought to this piece because of the TikTok video you shared and I enjoyed (shed a few tears too) every moment of this piece. I can barely point to 3 young women I know who had the same amazing, empowering relationship with their fathers and so talking about him always makes me feel like I’m exaggerating. In the current climate it always feels so weird to speak THAT highly of a man but wow, it's refreshing to feel validated. Also, I feel the same way about wanting to archive everything; I think it's a direct result of grief and perhaps a universal experience. And when you said you thought you forgot the bicycle memory, I could relate because I've been considering writing down every memory I have of him lest I forget the fine details. Anyways, I think I’m going on a tangent now but thank you so much for sharing this piece and your father with us. I hope every time you think of him, you're reminded of how much love the world has to offer
anyway my whole point of this is, we were somehow so lucky to experience something which shouldn’t be rare. and i’m so glad that i could remind you of your own dad and how much love he will always have for you. ♥️
wait no, i can’t believe i’m only getting to this now. thank you sm for sharing this with me and trust me, i get it. i wanted to put a screenshot of an even older entry i made on the second father’s day after my dad passed and i can’t but it said:
“i am sad that he will miss big moments in my life - maybe grad, my first job, if i ever have kids and a spouse. i am sad i won't be able to describe him well enough, that my loved ones won't get to experience him, that i might start forgetting the little things about him. anyway, to a late father's day. peaceful rest, tata.”
Screaming, crying, throwing up while reading this because did we share a father? lol. Anyways, I was brought to this piece because of the TikTok video you shared and I enjoyed (shed a few tears too) every moment of this piece. I can barely point to 3 young women I know who had the same amazing, empowering relationship with their fathers and so talking about him always makes me feel like I’m exaggerating. In the current climate it always feels so weird to speak THAT highly of a man but wow, it's refreshing to feel validated. Also, I feel the same way about wanting to archive everything; I think it's a direct result of grief and perhaps a universal experience. And when you said you thought you forgot the bicycle memory, I could relate because I've been considering writing down every memory I have of him lest I forget the fine details. Anyways, I think I’m going on a tangent now but thank you so much for sharing this piece and your father with us. I hope every time you think of him, you're reminded of how much love the world has to offer
anyway my whole point of this is, we were somehow so lucky to experience something which shouldn’t be rare. and i’m so glad that i could remind you of your own dad and how much love he will always have for you. ♥️
wait no, i can’t believe i’m only getting to this now. thank you sm for sharing this with me and trust me, i get it. i wanted to put a screenshot of an even older entry i made on the second father’s day after my dad passed and i can’t but it said:
“i am sad that he will miss big moments in my life - maybe grad, my first job, if i ever have kids and a spouse. i am sad i won't be able to describe him well enough, that my loved ones won't get to experience him, that i might start forgetting the little things about him. anyway, to a late father's day. peaceful rest, tata.”
So heartwarming to see you writing again, even so about your dad. All one really needs is time. Sending big girl hugs.
thank you, Bets — i’m finding my footing again. sending you the biggest hug ugh! 🫂🥺❤️