My Dad.

My dad has been a single parent for me & my brother for about 2 1/2-3 years now. He has a steady job working as an orthopedic tech at a hospital (to put it simply, he helps put casts and boots and whatnot on people). Now, my mom is still in my life, but she doesn't live with us, and she has a problem with alcoholism for most of my life. Needless to say, although she's still there, she's not there, if you catch my drift.

My dad has, and always will be, my hero. He has always been there for me, my brother, and my sister when my mother wasn't, which as of recently, has been alot. He put up with so much bullcrap from my mom it was rediculous, not to mention having to take care of my sister for 3 years when my mom decided to live in New Mexico for 3 years with her mother.

My dad has helped me through the roughest times of my life. When I had a problem with cutting, I talked to him, and he actually made me feel like my life was worth something. He always puts a smile on everyone's faces, and his humor is beyond belief amazing. My sister and her friends always invite him to go out drinking with them, which might seem weird, a 45 year old drinking with a bunch of 20+ year olds, but they have no problem with it. He's definetly one of the funniest people I know.

Although he is amazing, needless to say, a single parent raising 2 teens, the money gets very tight. I don't like asking for stuff and I hate borrowing money from him, which is why I hate borrowing money from anyone. To this day, he still apologizes to us for not being able to buy things for us. He still says he feels like crap for not being able to get me Green Day tickets. I've told him multiple times to not worry about it and that

No number of Green Day concerts could ever replace my memories with him.

In all honesty, if I had to choose going to a Green Day concert or hanging out with my dad all day, I'd hang out with my dad all day. So many memories of me, him, my brother, sister, and her boyfriend hanging out together in the living room laughing at things that shouldn't be laughed at, they all hold a special place in my heart. Or me, him, and my brother walking around Boston to find a homeless guy. It's stupid little things like that make me say

Thank you dad. Thank you so much. You've done so much for me, Matt, and Jess, and even mom. I seriously couldn't ask for a better father. I love you so much, and I'm so fucking proud to be your youngest daughter.

Thank you.
Posted on July 1st, 2009 at 09:30pm


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