My father was far from a perfect dad. In fact, there were many times I wished he wasn’t my father. Suffice it to say that my dad’s life didn’t turn out the way he had planned, and that fact that made him bitter. When that bitterness seeped out of him, it turned him into someone no one wanted to be around.
But as he got older, my dad mellowed out and seemed happier and more at ease with life. Maybe the inevitability of aging made him reevaluate. Working less and cultivating his hobbies seemed to help him find some relief from his mental burdens. And becoming a grandfather absolutely changed him. As time went on, old wounds were healed. I became closer to my dad and more inclined to let go of the past and enjoy the present.
But right as my relationship with my dad was getting rejuvenated, he was gone—a victim of a stroke. Suddenly I was writing a eulogy, summing up the life of man I had just been getting to know.
It’s been five years since he died, and with each passing year the bad memories fade and the good ones crystalize. I figure this is my right as a daughter who has lost her father: to choose to remember what I want and let go of the other stuff.
The biggest positive thing I remember about my dad was that he was 100% confident that I was born to Do Great Things. That man did all he could to ensure I would attain excellence in my life, especially when it came to my education. In fact, he wanted me to go to a private high school in the city so badly that every day of my freshman year, he drove me 50 miles roundtrip to and from school. Thankfully, bus service started up my sophomore year, but he would have kept on driving me until I got my license, that’s for sure. In his eyes, I deserved the best education, and he’d drive wherever he had to in order to get it for me.
When I got into several colleges, my dad insisted I go to the best one despite the cost. When I wanted to change my focus from teaching to writing, he cheered me on, convinced I would be a successful, best-selling writer. And when I graduated from Boston College with honors, my dad was bursting with pride (but he was also completely sure that the college got it wrong and I actually graduated with higher honors).
No dad is perfect, and mine was more imperfect than many. But he was my dad. When Father’s Day comes up this June, I’ll choose to remember how my dad had complete and utter faith in the idea that I was born to great things. And I’ll honor his faith in me by continuously striving to do great things, big and small, in my life and in the lives of others.
Right before he died, I had told my dad about my plans to start a blog. He would be floored to see where my blog is now and how it’s turned into a community that helps women around the world.
Actually, I take that back.
That’s exactly what he would have expected.
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