I LOVE MY DAD. no doubt about it. doesn’t matter (but doesn’t hurt) that everyone knows how great he is- all that matters is that his love truly comes from the heart, and his spontaneous generosity and kindness are some of his best qualities. sometimes he misses the mark, but most times he surprises me with his thoughtfulness and care. AND THIS EXTENDS NOT ONLY TO HIS FAMILY, BUT EVEN TO HIS FRIENDS, AND HIS CHILDREN’S FRIENDS AND ACQUAINTANCES. when i’m feeling morbid, i think to myself- what if i lost my dear baba? life would be horrifying without him….but i try not to focus on it. he didn’t raise a coward- he raised an independent thinker and a daughter who can fend for herself.
regardless, i never show my gratitude and appreciation enough, and need to start doing so. sometimes i get caught up in all the things i “don’t” have, and all the things i “want”- but i can’t let jealousy and spite stain my life, because I HAVE IT SOOO GOOD. so good. my loving family, wonderful education, health, security….are you there God? because it’s me, and i need to send up my immense thanks for all of the blessings you’ve given me.