I left my dad almost 12 years ago.
So really, this is my fault. My dad came to visit me this weekend in all his glory. He is bigger than life to me and to his grandchildren. He is a get on the floor and play, joker, make you feel wonderful type of dad and grandfather. He will make dinner with me and chat about whatever deep thoughts are going through my head, then he will make me laugh until I cry. He will charm my entire group of friends until they all wish they knew him better. He is an absolutely sweet hearted, sincerly thinks he has the best kind of daughter type of guy. He is a work on his laptop so he doesn't get behind in his business from the time everyone is in bed until 2 in the morning, then wake up early to work until we all wake up so he can play all day and make us feel special person. He is my hero. I love him so much.
I find myself enjoying immensly every meal I make for him. Anything I can do to add to his comfort and care brings me deep satisfaction. I am honored to serve this great man. It is an honor. I would wash his feet, then look around proudly at anyone who witnessed it.
He left me this morning to go back to where he belongs. He went back to his home where he is needed and loved. I'm pretty sure my heart just broke a little.
I left him first though. So really, this is my fault. I grew up and found another man to fit into my heart and make meals for. Another man to honor and serve, and I never came back home. It shows how wonderful this new man was. How else could I leave?
Love you dad. I will miss you until I see you again. Thanks for honoring us with a visit for the weekend.