I miss you Daddy!
Daddy:
It has been seven years now since God called you home. I was 8 months pregnant with Evan. I remember the conflict I felt as I prepared your home going from Miami as my firstborn son kicked inside me. I asked God to give you just a few more weeks so you could meet the grandson you always wanted. That request was not granted and 32 days before I gave birth you died.
It was so ironic because your passing occurred on my ex-husbands birthday. I remember chuckling thinking you would go out on a day that I was to celebrate something. You had to be the star in my life even to the end. As Father's day approaches, I have been thinking about you a lot. I think about you always but more so around this time of year. The bible says that once our love ones pass, they serve as a great cloud of witnesses to us. I cannot talk to you or see you because there is a great gulf that separates us but I wanted to send you my love anyway. Daddy, I miss you. I miss your love, your support and your encouragement. You taught me most of what I know and you believed in me. You told me I was beautiful and the prettiest girl in the world everyday. You gave me my first fur coat at seven or eight. Took me on first exotic vacation to Mexico. I looked at those pictures a few days ago, the one that that you captured when you had the Mexican band serenade me. I remember the time you acted a fool in the casino when they told you in Vegas that I could not sit with you at the tables. Boy, did you act up. This was before the time they had child care in casinos. You told the manager that I went where you went. You pulled the thousands of dollars out of your pocket and asked again, "Can my baby sit at the tables with me now?" "No problem, Mr, Perry. I guess we can make an exception. Can we get the little lady something to drink?" "Yeah, a Shirley Temple with lots of cherries. She likes cherries." was your reply. I use to feel so grown up when you would order that for me when you had me in a place I had no busy being. I sat on your lap and to the amazement of all those around us, I rolled your dice. My mother would have died if she knew then. Thank you for the pool lessons, I am no pro but I play an okay game. I have won a few dollars because some man underestimated me. That is usually how it goes.
You gave me my first three carat ring and bought me a car at 15. To put it mildly, you spoiled me rotten. You know a man has never outdone you. That was one of my therapy issues for some time you know. Thanks, a lot! You know a little balance and discipline would not have hurt. Your threats to beat down anyone that spanked me was just wrong, Daddy. I needed to get my butt beat sometime. Thankfully, my mother pulled out the switch a few times and she told me if I told you I was going to get it again so I got a few spankings that you did not know about. They were for my good. For a long time, my sisters use to pinch me because I was always saying " I am going to tell my DADDY!" They probably do not think I remember that.
It probably was a blessing that you left here when you did. I am sure if you were still here you would be serving a life sentence for putting a bullet in someone by now. Time you would have gladly served. I know that I am the woman I am because of you. I have navigated through some tough waters but always felt as if I was on a firm foundation. Although you were not a preaching man, you were the father I needed you to be. I got the preaching I needed from someone else. The only way I can honor you is to give my children what you gave me which is a good foundation and a healthy sense of self and worth. You released me into the world equipped, capable and able to stand and to endure. You were hard on me and had very high expectations but that has served me well. One day when it is time, I will write a tribute to you. You wanted a son because you did not want your name to die, but God gave you me. A daughter and guess what, your name will not ever die (you know I did not change it when I married and look I would have had to change it back...ha ha). That I would not and will not forsake. Because I am a part of you, you are a part of my children and we both will be apart of their children and so on and so on. Dana L. Perry is who I am, who I was born as and who I will always be. I love you daddy, and I miss you. I hope you are resting well and I hope you know that your baby is well. I am good. Your grandchildren are exceptional and you played a very significant role in that. Thank you for teaching me that I CAN FLY!!!!
Happy Fathers Day, Daddy. I miss you!!!!!!!!!!!
Your Baby Girl,
Forever and Always
It has been seven years now since God called you home. I was 8 months pregnant with Evan. I remember the conflict I felt as I prepared your home going from Miami as my firstborn son kicked inside me. I asked God to give you just a few more weeks so you could meet the grandson you always wanted. That request was not granted and 32 days before I gave birth you died.
It was so ironic because your passing occurred on my ex-husbands birthday. I remember chuckling thinking you would go out on a day that I was to celebrate something. You had to be the star in my life even to the end. As Father's day approaches, I have been thinking about you a lot. I think about you always but more so around this time of year. The bible says that once our love ones pass, they serve as a great cloud of witnesses to us. I cannot talk to you or see you because there is a great gulf that separates us but I wanted to send you my love anyway. Daddy, I miss you. I miss your love, your support and your encouragement. You taught me most of what I know and you believed in me. You told me I was beautiful and the prettiest girl in the world everyday. You gave me my first fur coat at seven or eight. Took me on first exotic vacation to Mexico. I looked at those pictures a few days ago, the one that that you captured when you had the Mexican band serenade me. I remember the time you acted a fool in the casino when they told you in Vegas that I could not sit with you at the tables. Boy, did you act up. This was before the time they had child care in casinos. You told the manager that I went where you went. You pulled the thousands of dollars out of your pocket and asked again, "Can my baby sit at the tables with me now?" "No problem, Mr, Perry. I guess we can make an exception. Can we get the little lady something to drink?" "Yeah, a Shirley Temple with lots of cherries. She likes cherries." was your reply. I use to feel so grown up when you would order that for me when you had me in a place I had no busy being. I sat on your lap and to the amazement of all those around us, I rolled your dice. My mother would have died if she knew then. Thank you for the pool lessons, I am no pro but I play an okay game. I have won a few dollars because some man underestimated me. That is usually how it goes.
You gave me my first three carat ring and bought me a car at 15. To put it mildly, you spoiled me rotten. You know a man has never outdone you. That was one of my therapy issues for some time you know. Thanks, a lot! You know a little balance and discipline would not have hurt. Your threats to beat down anyone that spanked me was just wrong, Daddy. I needed to get my butt beat sometime. Thankfully, my mother pulled out the switch a few times and she told me if I told you I was going to get it again so I got a few spankings that you did not know about. They were for my good. For a long time, my sisters use to pinch me because I was always saying " I am going to tell my DADDY!" They probably do not think I remember that.
It probably was a blessing that you left here when you did. I am sure if you were still here you would be serving a life sentence for putting a bullet in someone by now. Time you would have gladly served. I know that I am the woman I am because of you. I have navigated through some tough waters but always felt as if I was on a firm foundation. Although you were not a preaching man, you were the father I needed you to be. I got the preaching I needed from someone else. The only way I can honor you is to give my children what you gave me which is a good foundation and a healthy sense of self and worth. You released me into the world equipped, capable and able to stand and to endure. You were hard on me and had very high expectations but that has served me well. One day when it is time, I will write a tribute to you. You wanted a son because you did not want your name to die, but God gave you me. A daughter and guess what, your name will not ever die (you know I did not change it when I married and look I would have had to change it back...ha ha). That I would not and will not forsake. Because I am a part of you, you are a part of my children and we both will be apart of their children and so on and so on. Dana L. Perry is who I am, who I was born as and who I will always be. I love you daddy, and I miss you. I hope you are resting well and I hope you know that your baby is well. I am good. Your grandchildren are exceptional and you played a very significant role in that. Thank you for teaching me that I CAN FLY!!!!
Happy Fathers Day, Daddy. I miss you!!!!!!!!!!!
Your Baby Girl,
Forever and Always
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