My father – my protector – my strength.
The loss of a loved one can change a person forever. The loss of a parent is like losing a part of yourself. I wrote this for a special girlfriend of mine who lost her father and I hoped to capture how it feels to no longer have the one person who was always there, always standing behind watching over you, always catching you when you fall.
I am not close to my father, even growing up as a child. He was in my life but from a distance. I never experienced tenderness from my father, I never felt those strong arms around me wanting to protect me from the world. I wish I did experience that deep love from my father. I wish my father looked at me as ‘Daddy’s little girl’. It maybe too late for my wish but it is not too late for my children.
I have always encouraged my husband to be an essential part of our children’s lives. I have always encouraged him to talk to his children, spend quality time with them, listen to them. All 4 of our children have a wonderful relationship with their father and because of this, I have found My Protector.
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