By Dave Rees
“Me try, Daddy,” she squeaked, pawing him away whilst tottering on her roller skates.
Ten years later:
“Drop me here, Dad,” she sulked, slipping from the car two streets from school.
Ten years later:
“I can manage 500 yards—don’t be a dinosaur, Dad,” she snapped, jabbing the hang-up button, strutting into the twilight.
Ten years later:
“It’s a long aisle, Dad—use my arm for support, OK?” she trembled as they silently finished writing her wedding invitations together.
Ten years later:
“Come get me, Dad,” she whispered to the faded photograph, her tears rolling over bruises stamped on her cheekbones.
Sadly brilliant.
ouch that hurt where it feels the most… glad she had her dad to help her through it all.
Her father had passed away. We spend lots of our life wanting independence from parents and only appreciate them fully when they’re gone.
So touching and well delivered.
Very sad story told very well.