Perhaps this should have been written much earlier, but I could not have written anything without first writing about an ounce of my deepest emotions. There are times in life when words just cannot express enough (Cliche to some, but I mean it). Nothing can, for that matter. It is a painful memory, yet the most precious one I have. My dad’s smile.. It was the warmest of things warm and the cutest of things cute.
Wasn’t I just home three weeks ago, I’d think to myself, and he wants me to come home sooner next time? I could not know then, I could not understand then, I probably still don’t, and probably never can. He’d come to pick me up from the bus stop, and I’d see him with a smile that was simply and most beautifully…sheer love. He’d have this twinkle about him, and maybe I never quite realized it then, but it was because he was the only man, will be the only man who could ever love me so. He did not have to say it, he did not have to tell me, it was all there- in that smile.
Each time I think of him, that is what I remember first. That smile, and the hug that followed. There is absolutely nothing in this world that could be more loving and more comfortable than the hug he gave me. I am home, dad will take care of everything. I am warm and all smiles. I could be failing or stressing about anything else in my life, but those two seconds, I was just daddy’s little girl, who had nothing to worry about. I would always smile back, thinking, “Wow, my dad is such a cutie when he smiles, and wow, he looks like he is seeing me after years.” I know now how it feels when someone you love so much leaves. It is simply painful to know that they can never come back.
What wouldn’t I give to see that smile again, and to hug my dad again.
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