Over the last year, I’ve been working on a project that I call “letters to my father”. It’s an attempt to tell my father all the things I’ve always wanted to say to him, but could never put into words until now. It started about a year ago on Father’s Day, when I tried to write him a card, but it spiraled into a tear-filled episode without me even fully completing the task of filling out the card. I think instead I got him a tie and gave him a phone call. My goal is by the end of this year to have my “letters” complete.
It’s so important that I tell him how much he means to me and how great of an influence he has been on my life. I seriously owe every fiber of my being to him, and I couldn’t hope for a better father. I try in small ways to show my appreciation for him, but I feel like I need to put it all into words, to finally tell him how great of a father he is.
I can only hope to someday be even a fraction of the man he is.
If I could rank my goals in order of priority, I would put this at the top. If I could rank them in order of difficulty, this would be at the top, as well. In both cases, any other task is a very, very distant second. Nevertheless, I must do this.