Do you remember that Christmas?
The one when money was tight for you and mom...
Life had taken ahold of things for a bit and you made lots of sacrifices for us all.
That began your attitude of giving. You were a giver dad.
Not a giver of things
--although you gave to us anything we needed before you gave to yourself.
Your answer was the same every year at Christmas
" I don't want you to buy me anything!"
Of course, we did.
But you gave of your time. You gave of your gifts--your talents.
Your creativity in the kitchen and willingness to serve
--well, anyone who knew you won't forget soon.
We loved those late night shrimp bowls
or the filing cabinet filled with chips and licorice that you kept stocked with Peanut M& M's for mom (her favourite).
** note: most people keep files or paper in their filing cabinets but my parents had a filing cabinet seriously full of junk food.
No really--it's true.
If dad could have afforded a second microwave, he would have put it on top and then not even had to go upstairs to microwave his popcorn :0)
So dad, who could blame me when I wanted to give you your hearts desire one Christmas?
I knew you wanted one.
They were all the rage.
So I saved.
I worked on an extra project and made enough to buy it and some extras.
I wanted to give it to you more than anything.
Not for the look on your face.
Not even for the sheer joy of giving
--but because you deserved it.
And you opened that Black and Decker Breadmaker
and you cried.
Tears of JOY!
I loved you dad and wanted you to know in a way that was more than a hug or a kiss.
In a way that showed I sacrificed for you like you did for us.
You were worth it. And I love you.
(and only) Daughter