Happy 80th Birthday, Dad

Dear Dad,

 A few years back, I didn't think you'd still be here today, but I am glad you are. It hasn't been easy on either of us to have came though this time, but I wouldn't trade it for anything! I love you Dad, and when you go away, I will miss you very much! I think about that time happening, and I know it must, at some point. Even with all my thoughts, and understanding and knowing- it will still be difficult for me.

 I cherish all my memories from when I was a little girl. I was so shy and self-conscious, I wouldn't talk in public. Whenever you took the family to the grocery store on Fridays(payday), my older brothers would boldly ask for what they wanted. I, on the other hand would tug at your pants leg and whisper, "Dad, can I have a nickle?" One night, you told me before we went into the store, that if I didn't talk, I wouldn't get anything. I tried my usual method, but you wouldn't give in to me. You told me to tell The Man what I wanted. That was the only way! After a couple of minutes, you told me I had to hurry, because we had to leave. Still, I couldn't bring myself to speak aloud. So you loosened my hold on your pants and turned towards the door. I was left there to decide on my own. Just as the door closed behind you, I barely spoke to the man and told him I wanted a soda and a Tootsie Roll. Looking back, I think he knew how hard it was for me, and I still remember his smile, and that he spoke gently to me. Dad, I knew he was a good man, because I had observed him talking to you. I just hated having to speak aloud to someone other than my family.

 Thank you for that valuable lesson, Dad. After that I talked more freely and through the years I've learned more confidence. I think it all hinged on that one point in time when you could not be swayed by blue eyes, pleading, "Pleeeaseeee...".

 Dad, You have been a good dad. Because of you, I learned the enjoyment of words. You told me stories, sung songs, and helped me write my first poem when I was nine years old. Because of you, I was able to sing in front of my whole first grade class.

 Sometimes, when you and Uncle Charles would have to repair an old car, you'd play "Grease Monkey" with me. Now, as I smile, I realize that the whole game of making me afraid of the Monkey getting me, was to protect me. You didn't need a little girl getting in the way, and getting hurt.

 I know times were hard when I was a kid, but you worked hard for your family. You provided the best you could. In the doing, you created some very good memories in this Little Girls' heart!

I will never forget, and I will not forget these past few years given to me so I could 'get to know ya' all over again.

 So, whenever it is your time to go and rest awhile, I hope you know, you've been one awesome dad! I love you, Dad.

Love Forever,

Your 'Little Girl'