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Letters to my father,
The other day I called a plumber over, he cried tears of elation at the electrician work on our units under the house. He says the killswitch is a brilliant. I cried because I knew it was beautiful because you did it, and you loved your work. Thank you Dad, for giving me such a good example of pride, in both life and work.
Sincerely,
You’re lost pumpkin.
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I met someone new... I wish you were here to approve or disapprove. You were so wise. I keep thinking that if you didn't already, you will never get to meet the person who God has planned for me.. you'll never get to give me your blessing and that's one of the things that as a little girl I always looked forward to. I needed your blessing. I needed your approval. Your opinion was the most important after God's of course. My heart aches at the thought that you will never get to see me become a wife or a mother and that my children will never have a relationship with you... grandaddies are just as important as grandmothers. I went through a stage where I was hurt by the fact that I never truly got to experience a strong relationship with any of my grandfathers due to distance, death and one not being the man that he should've been. That's something that I wanted my children to experience. You were such an amazing man.. you got to see everyone's children except for mine. I will make sure that I keep your memory alive though and my children will know who you are. They will know about all the great things that you did.. They will know how silly you were. I will instill in them all the many things that you instilled in me. It is my prayer that my future husband will be just as an amazing father to my future children that you were to me. I hope he will be the man that you were and that he will love me how you loved me but better.. because that's what you told me, you said that I didn't need to be with anybody who couldn't treat me like you could or better. I think about how you were supposed to walk me down the isle when I get married all the time. I want to feel like you're apart of my special day so I'm still thinking on ways of how I can feel like you're there. You loved me so much and that's something that I will always cherish. I will always be your baby and you will always be my first love. I love you daddy and I can't wait to see you again. ❤️
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Father, May I?
I have a father, as many do and some don’t, and he is my father without a doubt. As he would mention again and again that I was a child of his loins. As gross as that may be, it never grossed me out because of the way I was raised.
I was raised to know the truth, embrace it, and accept the consequences of it. I was named Truth and I was named Wisdom so that I would know it and understand it.
However, given these life lessons, I was raised in lies. Lies surrounded my birth, my parents, and throughout my whole life.
I wish I could talk about these lies with my father. I wish I could call him daddy once again. But he never was a talking man. He never was a truthful man. He was never one to love more than he needed, give more than he had to, and his emotions were always locked away.
I have wrote him a letter from the day I was born, to the day he turned away from me, and to this day. I don’t know if I will ever give him these letters. The world may know of these letters before he will ever read them.
And I am fine with that.
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Growing Up With Grandpa
Reflections of a grandson Today is Valentine’s Day. But more importantly, it’s my son’s birthday. My son shared his birthday with his Grandpa Bruce. (pictured on the right). My son loved both his grandpas and had a special relationship with each of them. He also lost both of them within less than 2 months. They were two very different men, with one thing in common, a love for their…
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Finding peace in this city is sometimes nothing short of alchemy. But when you find it, take advantage. For the spirit speaks when you are ready to listen.. #solace #writing #letterstomyfather #deardad #writelife #poet #travelingpoet Keep a look out for my book "everything in between" available on December 2015.
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I spun around and around and found out that you weren't around to catch me, when the dizziness paralyzed my body, and I fell hard. I bled and bled until I became stronger. I learned to balance on my own. On my own two feet, all at once I lost you but found myself.
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Письма папе
Когда уже я перестану доказывать тебе, что нет других и нет «лучше», где-то там не существует людей, которые умнее или знают лучше? Неужели ты до сих пор этого не понял? Лучшие находятся рядом и лучше их не бывает. Нет, я сейчас не пользуюсь слоганом, я призываю тебя внимательно оценить тех людей, которых ты повстречал на своем пути. Например Моше. Ведь ты наверняка не встречал людей намного сообразительней, умнее и более творческих в своих профессиях. Да, он не гениальный бизнесмен, он возможно не умеет разумно относится к деньгам и возможно его социальные качества не идеальны. Неужели тебе придет в голову отговаривать его придумывать GPS, потому что где-то там есть кто умнее? Это только один пример из многих.
Я проснулась с цитатой «Мы делали невозможное, потому что не знали, что это невозможно». Я знаю ее уже больше года, но не знала кто ее сказал. Знаешь кто? Стив Джобс. Не надо думать, что где-то там есть лучше, умнее, прозорливее. Я шла и думала, что Руслан Коган, будь он твоим сыном, никогда бы не стал мега магнатом, потому что ты бы сказал: «Неужели ты думаешь, что до тебя об этом никто не подумал?» Мы никогда не узнаем подумал ли кто-то как он или нет, пробовали ли они и у них не получилось или он все придумал сам и первый. Факт остается фактом – он был первым, успешным и у него получилось.
Если действовать по твоей логике, то при наличии Apple для Samsung нет места, а если новости передают по CNN, то нет смысла существованию еще многих. Если бы наука двигалась по принципу «где-то там тоже не дураки, они уже об этом подумали», то все топталось бы на месте и никуда не развивалось, потому что мы бы всегда уповали на чей-то чужой острый ум. . Ученые исследуют, потому что им интересно. И да бывает так, что кто-то там тоже делает что-то похожее и годы работы летят в трубу, но это н повод не делать. А бывает так, что доказательство одному и тому же видят свет одновременно из двух или трех независимых мест и это удача. В эволюции есть два направления: одно линеарное – генетическое, когда одно качество передается из поколения в поколения, и когда лягушка эволюционирует в слона, то тот факт, что они обладают одним и тем же качеством это следствие линеарной эволюции. Но иногда одно и то же качество развивается параллельно и ведут к нему абсолютно разные пути, оно просто стало необходимо и тем и тем и развилось независимо. Так же и с человеческими иде��ми.
Миру необходимо разнообразие. Я не хочу всю жизнь ездить на одной машине, смотреть один канал и есть в одном ресторане. Существование других, не делает их лучше или хуже, они просто есть. Но есть и я, мои идеи и фантазии и для кого-то они окажутся самыми лучшими и подходящими. Надо просто делать, а не тормозить процесс, потому что где-то там есть «не дураки». ВСЕ «не дураки» такие же как мы, просто они ничего не боятся и действуют. Есть место всем и это не перекатывается в плоскости «лучше – хуже», это движется в плоскости «надо делать и действовать», не надо боятся, что где-то там есть придуманные лучшие персонажи. Может они и есть, но это не повод опускать руки или что-то не делать.
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XVI.
a revolution around the sun and we're left freckled, but healing.
they believe that death lingers, tied to our smallest fingers-
time skips in my heart.
i lost my cues and they disapproved.
i have oaken pews and steel upon my tongue.
i have stumbled forward-
i cannot hold my weight.
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This Too Shall Pass
Listen Here August 31, 2019 Dear Dad, It’s been a year and 22 days. Summer is ending but the weather is still beautiful. This next month is one of my favorites because the tourists will be gone. I feel really sad this week. I woke up today missing you. Feeling depressed. I have gained so much weight this past year and I really need to do something. The worst thing is that my back is…
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I find myself Sometimes begging you to help me begging you take my pain away as i sob pathetically in my room alone. "Daddy daddy daddy please" i say out loud, but you're never here like in the movies where ghosts give signs to there loved ones. Your simply gone. I never knew you really. But i loved you and on Lonely nights i'll continue to talk to you even if you can't hear me and god or heaven isn't real, but how i hope it is. I' so good at acting happy and normal so my friends and family can't see. There is nothing beautiful about depression or anxiety it fucking sucks.
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Father's Day
June 16th, 2019 Dear Dad, Happy Father’s Day! I know you don’t give a sh*t about any of this stuff, but the fact you’re not here this year hurts. I’ve been crying all day. I think the fact it’s on a Sunday just makes it harder. I woke up this morning and thought about how I would go to Allie’s Donuts in your honor, good excuse right? Well, it was fine until I walked out of the store and…
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Happy Heavenly Birthday!
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Me and dad at the beach sea wall in the late 80s
April 28th, 2024
Dear Dad,
Yesterday would have been your 88th birthday. The last birthday I celebrated with you was my 40th, 6 years ago. That was one of the best and worst years of my life.
Sitting here reflecting, I can see how much I’ve grown.
How much I am still growing.
That was the first year I went on…
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Rewriting The Story
March 7th, 2019 Dear Dad, I’m starting to see what you like about these books. The beautiful poetic descriptions. The common piece of the wide-open lands. The cowboys, the horses, the quiet and peace and beauty. Reading the descriptions makes me want to write. I want a small house with a deck and a backyard to sit on at night. Something with a pond of water in the backyard. Even just a small…
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The Greatest Gift
https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/gingerfunk/episodes/The-Greatest-Gift-e2hp8ud February 26, 2019 Dear Dad, Today I had a strange experience. It was like we had a conversation in my head, yet I saw you there, plain as day. It felt like it really happened. And I wonder if it was a dream. Or a memory. Or maybe, it was a visit from you. It felt so real. Like it actually happened. But then…
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