My Daddy is my Best Friend.

I know all daughters have a different relationship with their fathers. It can range…Some may be so contrasting in personality yet get along wonderfully. Some may not get along at all, because they’re so similar…. some may have an even more complicated relationship…. some may not even know their fathers, talk to their fathers or even like their fathers. I feel like a relationship between a daughter & her father has an effect on who she grows into.
The relationship I have with my daddy, simplified? I hadn’t realized until I came out of my long-term relationship that my dad & I were so similar…because growing up he worked so much I almost never saw him. To be perfectly honest I only have a handful of memories of him when I was little…

• Sitting at his feet & sometimes lacing up his boots, mostly though I unlaced them. That was a highlight of my day. (the tall/steel toed boots that I was eye level to the top of)
• Begging him to tell my sister & I bedtime stories…he told the best stories. All completely made up & always making us giggle.
• Asking him to do my hair for family get togethers (He was a fully licensed cosmetologist but quit when I was born to support the family)
• As I had gotten older, he had taught me how to make the most delicious coffee ever…and we eventually would have a cup on Saturday mornings.

After my long-term relationship…he had gotten very sick with C Diff. he was in the ICU for two weeks. Between the hospital staff & my daddy we all thought he wasn’t going to make it. He had lost thirty pounds & put off waiting to go to the hospital until he couldn’t move at all…. we learned it was affecting his arthritis & making it attack his body making him loose mobility. I’ll never forget him introducing us to his nurse (the staff loved him) how he said “These are my daughters, Aundria & Samantha…their good girls & I’m so proud of them. I love them very much” His voice cracked & his eyes watered. I dropped out of cosmetology school so I could take care of him when he was discharged. Since then? He’s told me he’s so hard on me because I’m exactly how he was when he was my age…as far as craving freedom/travel/curiousness…he’s so worried I’ll make some of the bad choices he made because we’re so similar. We argue, hardly back down from a fight or argument…we disagree on some things and agree on others. We can sit & make each other laugh or have deep conversations…. we get really excited about classic cars, he gets excited when he sees me in my creative element or in church choir & we do have rare daddy & daughter days where we will have a cocktail & meal or even just coffee & bookstore browsing. My daddy is my Best Friend.

I hope this gives some people out there the courage to build a relationship with their fathers. Continue a relationship with their fathers. Or even just let go of the hate they harbor for their fathers & forgive. I feel like I learned a very hard lesson when my dad was sick & it’s that I don’t want my daddy to pass not knowing he meant the world to me…that I love him very much & that I’m just as proud of him as he is of me. 

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