Dear Dad...

Dear Dad
It may have been too late by the time I have gathered up the courage to write this letter to you. We may have gone far apart from each other now. Nevertheless, I am writing this letter to you in hopes that it’ll find you in the best of health and that it may bridge the gap between us.
Dad, when I was a kid, mom always used to tell me about you. You were the hero in all my bed time stories. Stories of a brave man who always fought the injustice, fought for his family and his people. But as time flew by, we grew up. We needed a father figure. A person we all could look up to. A man who would come back from the office with handful of goodies for us. But you were never there. When other kids from my class brought their father for career day, I never had anyone to bring. You were never there to teach me how to ride a bike or to play ball with me, or to hold me in your arms when I fell down and got hurt. You were simply not there.
It was not after I became a father myself did I really understand what you were going through. I am sorry dad to have blamed you for everything. It was not your fault. You were just busy working hard to provide for your family. You were just putting our interest and comfort over yours. I salute you sir for being the best father a man can be. It was our fault that we couldn’t see the sacrifices you were putting up for us. You were always putting away a big share of your morsel for us.
My children opened up my eyes today. And I regret not having written this to you earlier. I just hope it’s not too late. I miss you dad.
Love
Your son.

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