Jun 20, 2021

If I could write a card to my Dad this Father’s Day, I would like to say something like this:

Dear Dad, thank you for letting me come running with you when I was 5 years old. I didn’t quite make it to the top of our street when I told you I was done and ready to go home. You responded that you weren’t quite finished with your run, but that I could head home. I happily ran back down the street to our house; Content that I had been allowed to join you and relieved that you were Ok with me abandoning you.

Thank you for buying the house next door to my best friend when I was in first grade.  Thank you for being patient as we barged in and out, running to each others houses; Then as teenagers, staying out late roaming the neighborhood. Thank you for allowing many sleepovers, pizza parties and game nights.

In my memory of times you showed me great love, are the freshly made (by Mom) cookies delivered to me while I was taking my Saturday night bubble baths.

The tender phone calls when I was struggling in college, or had experienced 2 miscarriages. Also when settling in after a big move across the country, and the surprise checks in the mail just when we needed them.

The funny impromptu songs that you would sing to me. I usually rolled my eyes at them, but always appreciated the attention.

I miss your beautiful singing voice.

Dad, thank you for teaching me to change the oil in the truck, to mow the lawn, and to drive a stick-shift. Those skills helped me feel strong and capable.

Thank you for buying me a plane ticket to see my married sister when I was 14. She lived in Virginia at the time and my friend Andrea and I decided to save our money and take a trip together to go visit her during the Summer. I saved about $50, not nearly enough for a plane ticker. But you made up the difference without any fuss. I didn’t realize it for many years, but I know you wanted me to have more time with my only sister.

Thank you for growing a garden and keeping a lovely yard. I love doing those same things .

Thank you for taking on big projects and doing them well. I receive satisfaction from that too.

The last years of your life were challenging for you. Parkinson’s Disease took away your independence.

We had our share of shouting matches, but we kissed and made up eventually. At the end of each of my stays, you expressed sweet appreciation for me.

I can feel your hand on my head as I knelt by your chair to tie your shoes or lift your legs into the wheelchair.

I am honored to have had the chance to care for you.

I am blessed to be your daughter.

Love Always,

Meredith

 

P.S. To you, the reader; Relationships live on beyond the passing of our Loved Ones. A simple way to define a relationship is that they are made up of the things we think about others. More than the amount of time we spend with someone, or the things we have in common, relationships are made by what we believe about the other person. For many years, I had a lot of judgmental thoughts about my Dad. Thanks to coaching, by the end of his life I had made great peace with my beliefs about him. And now, nearly a year after his passing, my thoughts about him are even more loving. I’m choosing this. And you can too.

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