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Fathers..

I couldn't really think of a catchy title for this post. This Sunday is always an emotional one for me. I have always considered myself a daddy's girl. I mean I love to talk sports and build things. Having a father to do those activities with is always ideal. I didn't have that growing up.

Now with that being said this is not a post to bash fathers who aren't/weren't there. While this travesty is prevalent now-a-days I am not here to tell these men how horrible they are. Media and other women do that enough. I wanted to write this post because today was an amazing day. My baby sister graduated from high school Saturday and today was her graduation party. Both of my sisters had the honor of having my father attend their graduations. I wasn't able to have that and while at first it hurt me to witness this I have come to accept his efforts. I watched anguish in his face the whole weekend as he struggled with participating in our accomplishments. He wasn't present for our entire childhood and today I witnessed how much that hurt him. To sound cliche: I never thought I would live to see the day. My father's remorse was touching and heartfelt. I know it's not owed to me but to watch my father get choked up congratulating us on our accomplishments was difficult. He recognized his mistakes and wanted to look towards the future. I was speechless and myself even get emotional thinking about it.

I'm thankful that I was able to wish him a Happy Father's Day as well as see him. I love him and I'm glad that I can honestly say that.
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