I remember when I was a child, I would constantly hide behind my dad or mum because I was extremely shy (not to mention anti-social). I especially loved it when my dad carried me. I felt so protected and safe.
My father is a strict but extremely social man who has many friends. They enjoy his company, always calling him out for any social gatherings or parties. He smoked and drank like any man would. But with me, he was just being dad, so I did what any teenager would do, I rebelled. He is pretty hardcore but he never lifted a finger on me, hence whenever he’s angry at me, he’d tell me mum and she’d tell me. I just thank my lucky stars he was never in the military!
My father is the kind of man stood by his principles and by that I mean, really sticking to it. The lowest point between us was when he found out about something that happened to me (lowest point of my life) and sat in the living room waiting for me to come home at 4.00am in the morning. Again, he never yelled or lifted a finger. He quietly asked me what happened and I sobbed, telling him everything. After that things eventually got better between us, although there are time he would have his moods but I got used to it.
Growing up, even though I had many rifts with my father, I always remember that he loves working with his hands; he had a knack for it. He was super creative. His carpentry work was immaculate and many of our furniture at home is done by him, even my wardrobe and bed which many of my friends have expressed envy over.
He still is the man of the house although things are different now. You can rarely hear the sound of wood being cut with a saw or nail being knocked on wood. He was recently diagnosed with psoriasis arthritis. It’s weird not seeing my dad doing his usual dumb bell lifts or using his overalls and tools. There are times when I feel so helpless not able to help him. Arthritis is an incurable disease and he has to live with it for the rest of his life.
Never in a million years I would imagine this would befall my dad. But whatever it is, I got his back covered.
Dad, your guiding hand on my shoulder will remain with me forever. ~Author Unknown
xox
Sorry to hear about that Dee
But such is life, everything gets messy in the end…. But we have the choice to focus on the good & beautiful things, or dwell on the bad… Life is so much nicer when you choose the former.
Chin up girl xox
Thanks Charlene. We’re all doing our part to help my dad. What surprises me most is my younger brother and my nephews. They’re a BIG help especially when mum and I are busy working. Yes, I think we’ve become much closer now.