Growing up, my Dad has always been there for me. With every big dream I've had he's been there to support me and encourage me in any way possible.
I always thought that my parent's were the strongest people in the world. My Dad especially, who I would help out in the yard during the summer. I never knew how one guy could do that much work.
Last year was a very hard year on our family. My Dad lost his own father, my Granddad, and his uncle only a few months apart. I didn't let myself grieve properly because for once I wanted to support my Dad and be strong for him. When I had a problem I kept it to myself. When I was struggling, or stressed I tried to deal with it on my own. I cried at my Granddad's funeral and didn't allow myself to cry afterwards because I didn't want anyone to worry about me. My Dad had enough on his plate as it was.
In the summer, I had just completed my third year of university. My marks weren't the greatest, which added to the stress I already had. On top of that, I was working two jobs. One full-time, and one part-time on weekends. I was trying to not only put money away for my rent during the school year, but also put aside money for lessons I wanted to take the following summer. My full-time job was new, and close to what I want to do as my career. It was amazing. I couldn't have asked for a better job. My part-time job was something that I had been doing for three years every summer. They had not been very sympathetic when my uncle passed away, and continued to "punish" me for missing a shift that I never confirmed I was doing, because I spent the night with my family at the hospital. My new manager was cruel towards me, despite the fact that I had always been on time to work, went above and beyond when serving customers and stayed positive and calm during stressful situations. They made my part-time job much harder than it needed to be.
I went to write a test one weekend in July and failed. I was confident that I would do well. There was no doubt in my mind that I would do poorly...and I did. I started hyperventilating in the car when my Dad picked me up. We sat and talked in the kitchen afterwards and I told him how I felt like I couldn't fix anything. I was trying my hardest to be strong for everyone else, but I was letting myself go through everything on my own.
It was the first time that my Dad revealed to me that he wasn't strong all of the time. He said that he always felt like he had to fix everything, that it was his job to take care of the people he loved, and that there are things in our lives that we can't control...those things we can't fix ourselves.
My Dad and I normally don't have those kind of conversations...but that is a day I will never forget. My Dad got me to calm down, he helped me work through how I was feeling, and sort out the mess I'd created in my head. He helped me realize that I can't fix everything, and that it's okay to not be okay all the time. He offered to find me professional help if I felt I needed it...just someone to vent to. I could tell it wasn't something he was comfortable discussing with me but he did. He opened up to me when I was in a very bad place. I don't know how to thank him for that.
I've always felt that I've been blessed with an amazing family. My Mom wasn't as lucky, and grew up without her Dad. She's always told us how lucky we are to have a Dad that loves us so much.
I'm thankful for my Dad every single day. I don't think I could thank God enough for blessing me with such a wonderful man as my Dad. He goes above and beyond when I need him...whether it's something big or small. I hope to be like that for my own children in the future.
R is a young story teller with a vivid imagination. For the majority of their blossoming career as a writer they have been creating novels for young adults. More recently however, R has begun to create humorous children’s picture books directed towards children ages 0 to 8. As a young author and a book lover R believes, “There is a good book out there for everyone. It's just that some haven’t been written yet. orionwriter.wordpress.com/