Writing challenge : My Father

It’s been five years I live without you.

I thought time would cure everything away, but with time I realize that I miss you more and more. Today I was watching a program on TV about a factory and I recalled the years when you  used to work in a factory like that one.

You had a great patience, I have always admired and will keep admiring you for all your talents. I am not going to talk here about your profession. We both know that you were in your best in it.  The product you had made  won eleven gold medals during a contest , do you remember how you were going to get ready for that rewarding day meeting and you refused to wear a tie, oh God,  how you hate a tie! I remember  mum complaining to me about you that you again don’t want to listen to her advice…

You are such a simple and complicated  person, Daddy, but I can understand you because they say I am like that, both simple and complicated at the same time.

I regret every moment we haven’t had together, every moment I missed the chance to spend with you when you were ill. Even in those times, hard times, you forced yourself to keep me away from your illness, though you knew quite well that I would do my best to be even slightly helpful to you and to mum…. I would never forget the moment when you asked me  to give you some water….you cannot imagine what it meant to me, to be there at that moment and be and feel myself helpful to you, papa jan….that’s why my hand was shaking and my heart was beating fast, I was concentrated on not pouring even a drop of water not to make you angry….

I know one day you will read this letter because I know you are there in my heart, I am telling you this because I  haven’t had the chance to tell you this all…THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart, from the core of my heart….

 You used to sacrifice yourself to us, to our wellbeing, thinking about us all the time, I will never forget the days when you supported me in my student years, when you gave your last money to buy a book for me, (I didn’t know it was your last money), you behaved yourself the way as if you were the richest person in the world and we never knew we were  sometimes short of money until we became grown-ups….

You had a hidden pride  not to show your problems to us…I remember also my first school days and I keep those photos…the ones when you took us to the photo office and asked the photographer to take our photos and we made a deal to keep it a secret from mum until the day comes to take the photos home and it was a real surprise for her…..you always found time for us….

 I remember the morning when you woke up too early to see me off to the bus which would take us to the university, and you even reprimanded the guy who was smoking at the front seat before the bus could drive away….you were always there to protect your little girl…oh so many of those sweet memories…..I hope you’re doing well, I’ve seen you today in my dream, you were not feeling that much good , ha? Papa jan?

I wish I could make such a great parent as you  were and are….

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  • dear Tara , thank you for your sweet and affectionate words and support you gave me through these lines, by writing this blog i didn't intend to move anyone's heart and arise pity for me, I felt like writing to him and i did it, of course being encouraged by the ''challenge'', my father passed away from brain cancer, he had two operations and we really had had hard times , but still looking back i feel sorry for every moment i did NOT have with him, every second  that i missed when i couldn't be that much helpful...different circumstances.....

    every day when i have time i log in to check my mail , any message from my friends, and i look through the blogs and do a little bit of chatting, i feel i have become attached to this site....thank you, dear admin , for having provided us with this lucky chance to be here....

  • I'm so sorry bia *tears*
  • Bia, 

    Thank you for sharing so many sweet memories of your dad. I loved the narrative form you chose (second person - writing to your dad). It's a very powerful piece of writing. 

    When I read the part about the water, I understood exactly how you felt. When my mom was suffering from her chemotherapy in the hospital, we always felt helpless. One day she made a special request for popsicles! It was the middle of a very cold winter, and finding popsicles was not an easy job. But, my dad and I were so happy to go on the popsicle mission for her. I'll never forget that day.


    Hugs,

    Tara

  • your story make me crying

  • Amazing bia, you touched my heart. You've a great way of writing....I can understand your feelings .

  • So touchy...you writing reminds me about my mother, my eye sight is blur now.

  • Oh, sis Bia! Take good care of you, your mother and your family, and live a happy life, that might be a great bliss for your father!

    XOXO...

  • thank you , guys for your support

  • Very nice attribution to a father.

  • right Noa, no need to mention that some wrods and even lines got my tears and i hardly could see the keyboard while typing....there is so much to say and to be thankful to them...thank you for your comment, dear kitten.

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