Sunday, September 18, 2011
Week Three
What would I do in the last hour of my life? Where would I be and who would I want to remember me and how? In my last hours, I would like to make my best efforts to tell those in my life who have made a lasting impact on it, who have made a difference for me and shaped me, that I cannot express truly how much they have done for me. More specifically, I would like to tell my father that what he has done for me over the years and how he has sacrificed for me and raised me means the world to me. My father and I have had an interesting relationship. My parents divorced when I was only two years old and although separated by nearly 50 miles, my father made it his number one priority, over supporting himself, his job, his son and my stepmom, to be in my life at every moment. My father would drive hours to come watch my little league games, spend nights driving me to and from his house just so we could spend time together and talk to me for endless hours each night on the phone for nearly 15 years just so I felt that he was there. His biggest sacrifice that he made, one which I don't ever think that I could truly thank him enough for, was when he relocated 100 miles from his home, his job and his life in order to perserve my well being and happiness. Seeing that my mother was struggling with alcoholism which was unknown to me really at the time, and just prior to her moving into a rehab center, my father transitioned his life in order for me to still have some normalcy in it. His new life consisted of a grueling six hour commute to work, a more expensive home, another mouth to feed, but he never complained. His dedication and love for me goes beyond words and without him I know for a fact that I would not be in this position today. He is my leader, my role model and my hero for what he has done. My only wish is that I could be half the man and father that he was for me, because he is one of a kind. In my last hour, or in his, I will make sure that he knows what a special person that he is to me and that I love him. I would like to be remembered in my last hour the same way that he will be remembered by me in his last hour.
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