Labels: dad , father and daughter relationship , home
**Father of the Bride is a funny movie about a father and daughter relationship. I was watching this movie when my dad came in and got a bit upset. I believe it's because he realized that time will come he and I will have the same story and that he could not imagine letting me go. But we never did. He died before I turned 18**
In my father's memory.
My dad had dedicated his life watching over us --- his children. He woke up in the mornings, sat on his wooden chair and that's it. He would have this look on his face... a blank look on his face thinking of things, about things, about life. He sat on his chair as if it was his duty, like a post. He was just there. He sat and thought of life as time passed by. All his thoughts, his dreams, his joys, his pains, his frustrations... all locked in his mind. He found comfort and maybe strength in watching over us. He watched us as we played, studied, quarelled, argued, laughed and cried. He watched over us when we were ill and hungry, down and sad, hurt and wounded. He was there... always was there. To me, he was a rock that endured the changes of time... the passing of time.
I miss my dad. I miss seeing him in the mornings. I miss the feeling of knowing that when I come home, he is there sitting on his chair. I miss my rock, my source of strength and inspiration, my hero, my ever watchful dad. He did everything for us his children, just by simply sitting down on his chair, dedicating his life to watch over us.
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