#Dear Dad, I’ll Miss You!

Robert F. Wroble Sept. 2, 1929-Aug. 12, 2013

Robert F. Wroble
Sept. 2, 1929-Aug. 12, 2013

It’s been awhile since I’ve written. To all my followers, I apologize but this was the better option. Words are my life and passion so word choice says and means a lot to me, which is why I chose not to write and post to avoid complaining or coming across as jaded. It’s been a rough year, but especially the past two months as we dealt with my father’s declining health. (See? Even that feels a bit snarky though I don’t intend it so.) My father slipped from this life on Monday, August 12, and I’d like to express to him my gratitude. After all, my last post was on Father’s Day–his 60th–and a special day for the two of us since I was born on Father’s Day. Now it seems appropriate to offer him my goodbye.

Thanks for having my back. From the day you took off my training wheels I knew without looking behind that you were there in case I fell. I lived my life knowing that I had back-up, someone there to pick me up and send me on my way again should things go wrong. That feeling is a boost to a child’s confidence–at any age. Rest assured, Dad, I’ve still got your six.

With my father, July 1988

With my father,
July 1988

Thanks for encouraging life experiences. We gain something from every experience. There is no failure except NOT trying. You taught me this and it developed into a life philosophy. Even when we do not succeed, we have gained something during the act of trying. Disappointments and unexpected outcomes can help us grow and create new experiences. That thinking takes away fear of trying and I embrace it. I will draw on it in the coming months, too.  No regrets, Dad.

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1977: Example of true love

Thanks for listening to my secrets. You spent plenty of time drying tears and listening to my side in arguments with siblings or frustrations with friends. And, this doesn’t even cover your soaked shirt collars when I thought my heart had been broken. You listened to my hopes and dreams and secrets. As far as I know you never broke that confidence. During the past two years I’ve learned a few of your secrets, but I promise I’ll do my best to keep yours in confidence, too. No worries, Dad.

Thanks for your time. You worked a lot. You went on many business trips. With a large family there were plenty of other people vying for your attention but you made time for each of us; at least this is how I feel. I know we spent many hours talking business, especially when I tended toward creative writing. It has helped me navigate the business world as well as turn my passion into a business. But I’ve especially enjoyed our conversations over dinner during the past 10 years, or the 2.5-hour drives to visit family as well as the 2-day travels “home” in the summertime. This quality trumped quantity.

It’s hard to say goodbye. I get it now; this was probably your biggest struggle during the past few months. I have plenty of memories to cherish and more that I recall each day. These will outshine the troubling memories. So, I bid you goodbye. Peaceful travels, my father, my friend.

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6 thoughts on “#Dear Dad, I’ll Miss You!

  1. Lisa, your post brought a lump to my throat, and my eyes teared over. I, too, had a father who was there when I needed him, and made the rough spots in life smoother.
    Your post is a tribute to your Dad. I could feel the love.

    Your post is a loving tribute to your Dad.

    • Thanks so much, Joan, for taking the time to share. I cried as I wrote it, and I guess I needed that. I appreciate knowing how this touched you. All best, my friend!

  2. I was wondering where you were, but it makes perfect sense. You’ll never get the time back with your dad, so I’m sure you have no regrets. I lost mine when he was only 51, so I can appreciate what you’ve been through as well as your extended absence from the blogging world. You’ve crafted a beautiful tribute to him here.

    • Thanks so much, Gwen! Even though this was not unexpected (he’d been ill a long time) it’s still so traumatic. I appreciate the comfort in knowing I’m not alone. Thanks for taking the time to tell me. All best to you my loyal writer friend! ; )

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