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An Ode to my Dad

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I haven’t forgotten, Dad, about our long silent trips to school on the dusty road to Masaiti.


I haven’t forgotten about how the car would break down and you would recruit the locals to help change the tire. I would be embarrassed, but it would also make me giggle because it was typical you.

I haven’t forgotten the dreaded parent-teacher meetings (a.k.a. open days) when you’d reprimand me on my often struggling grades.


I haven’t  forgotten, Dad, about how you made me aware of charity as a devout member of the Rotary Club. I haven’t forgotten the orphanages and sponsorship (charity) walks you dragged me to that I often resisted, but now whose memories I cherish and wish I could have back.


I haven’t forgotten the different ways you exuded kindness, confidence, fearlessness, ambition, assertiveness and a strong work ethic, all which I think I inherited. As well as your sense of humour. I don’t think you realise how many quotables I’ve collected over the years.


I haven’t forgotten our trips to the village, the falls, and the game parks.


I haven’t forgotten that black and white two-tiered suspender polka dot red button dress that you bought me from Texas. How I loved that dress!


I haven’t forgotten how your belly feels when I hug it because I’m still too short to reach your chest.


And though I’m older, and you most likely don’t even remember, I wanted you to know that I haven’t forgotten about these wonderful memories you gave me, Dad.


Oh! And I especially haven’t forgotten that money doesn’t grow on trees.
And though you haven’t said it out loud much, I know you do, and I do too.

I love you, Dad.

Happy  Father’s Day.
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  • Very inspiring for one like me a new Dad!

  • so sweet &’touching.

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