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To The Girl With The Embarrassing Dad

You and your dad are regulars at my store. A few weeks ago, he loudly proclaimed to the entire store that it was your birthday. As he went before you like a town crier of old, the rest of us giggled and laughed. You were so red in the face. I know you were embarrassed and probably wanted to crawl under a rock, but there was someone in that store who was actually a little jealous…

Me.

My dad was like that. He told corny jokes that I would roll my eyes at and delighted in embarrassing me. I would do anything to listen to his bad jokes again. I wouldn’t care if he started singing loudly and off-key on purpose in the middle of the grocery store. I just want him back, if only for a moment.

You may go through moments when you’re angry with your dad or embarrassed by him, but treasure your time with him. I can tell that he loves you a lot.

When you move into your own place, don't forget to call him just to say “hi.” When you meet someone special, make sure he respects your dad and makes every attempt to get along with him. It's true that no one is going to be good enough for you in your dad's eyes, but a man who respects your dad is someone worth keeping around. When you graduate college or get married, let your dad enjoy those tears of pride.

When you tell your dad that he's going to be a grandpa for the first time, make a big deal about it. Make sure you get his face on video. When you haven't slept in months, call your dad and tell him thank you for all of those dirty diapers he changed and the countless hours of sleep he lost. Don't forget to send him pictures of your baby's first day of school. When you're fed up with your saucy teenager who's equally embarrassed by you, call your dad. Apologize profusely and then laugh with him.

There will come a day when you will be holding his hand and saying your final goodbyes. Between now and then, fill your years with lots of cherished memories.

Until then, never forget how blessed you are.  

A Fatherless Daughter

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