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Happy Birthday Dad, you turn 59 today! (Feels Warning)
The hardest thing to accept in this world is loss. We lose stuff all the time, but when its really important, we miss it dearly and remember it forever.
Dear Dad,
I still remember the last words you ever wrote me. Scrawled in your terrible handwriting. You wrote it so hard it left the words forever there in the poor helpless table you used to write on in that hospital room.
When I came to pick you up, you were so excited you pressed the paper to me and gave me the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek I could ask for. You were really hungry and you wanted to eat lobster and salmon for dinner. It felt like there was magic in the air, like you were a kid again when you asked the butcher for the side of salmon and two lobster tails. We got home and joked about how much fun that was and I made you the best orange honey glazed salmon I could. And it was the last thing you ate. You practically fell asleep eating it, one last kiss goodnight and I tucked you into bed and pulled the blanket up to your chin. I tucked it in around your legs and feet, making sure to pick them up and curl the blanket over like you did for me all my childhood. You rubbed your feet together like you always did “Oooing” and “Ahhing” to how comfy you were. I sat with you until you were fully asleep, I could always tell because your snoring could challenge a team of lumberjacks at a log race. The next day by sunset you were gone. One last wave of your arm goodbye and I pressed my head to your chest in the last hug I could ever give you. I listened to my favorite song to slowly fade away, your heartbeat was always the sweetest song. After I closed your beautiful blue eyes, being your weird child I ran out and took a picture of the sunset you always loved so much. I felt you would understand.
I thought I lost you that day, and it has taken me so long to accept you never left. As I write this now the desk creeks under the pressure I put against it with every messily written word I scrawl. I look in the mirror and I see your eyes staring back at me. And there has never been a moment I would pass up a good hug, I always hold on a little too long and squeeze a little too tight, like you used too. I shower my boyfriend in kisses (he totally hates it!) and I could challenge a chain saw on wood every night with each breath. Don’t forget the happy feet rubbing, I do that a heck of a lot when I am really comfortable in bed. You are here with me every day, and I thank you for being my dad. I would never forget someone as great as you if I never lost them in the first place.
Dear Dad,
I still remember the last words you ever wrote me. Scrawled in your terrible handwriting. You wrote it so hard it left the words forever there in the poor helpless table you used to write on in that hospital room.
“Do your art
I love you”When I came to pick you up, you were so excited you pressed the paper to me and gave me the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek I could ask for. You were really hungry and you wanted to eat lobster and salmon for dinner. It felt like there was magic in the air, like you were a kid again when you asked the butcher for the side of salmon and two lobster tails. We got home and joked about how much fun that was and I made you the best orange honey glazed salmon I could. And it was the last thing you ate. You practically fell asleep eating it, one last kiss goodnight and I tucked you into bed and pulled the blanket up to your chin. I tucked it in around your legs and feet, making sure to pick them up and curl the blanket over like you did for me all my childhood. You rubbed your feet together like you always did “Oooing” and “Ahhing” to how comfy you were. I sat with you until you were fully asleep, I could always tell because your snoring could challenge a team of lumberjacks at a log race. The next day by sunset you were gone. One last wave of your arm goodbye and I pressed my head to your chest in the last hug I could ever give you. I listened to my favorite song to slowly fade away, your heartbeat was always the sweetest song. After I closed your beautiful blue eyes, being your weird child I ran out and took a picture of the sunset you always loved so much. I felt you would understand.
I thought I lost you that day, and it has taken me so long to accept you never left. As I write this now the desk creeks under the pressure I put against it with every messily written word I scrawl. I look in the mirror and I see your eyes staring back at me. And there has never been a moment I would pass up a good hug, I always hold on a little too long and squeeze a little too tight, like you used too. I shower my boyfriend in kisses (he totally hates it!) and I could challenge a chain saw on wood every night with each breath. Don’t forget the happy feet rubbing, I do that a heck of a lot when I am really comfortable in bed. You are here with me every day, and I thank you for being my dad. I would never forget someone as great as you if I never lost them in the first place.
Happy Birthday Dad
I am doing my art, and I love you too <3
Let us make this year even better than ever!P.S. – We still need to cook that lobsterCategory Artwork (Digital) / Animal related (non-anthro)
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Size 1280 x 879px
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