A Letter to My Father

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A Father's Day letter to my Dad.
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rnebular
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I wrote this actual letter to my real-life father, and sent it to him for a joint birthday/Father's Day present. Of course, he got a card too...

There are times in our lives when I feel like we humans don't stop to appreciate the little details around us. I was working in the yard with my son the other day, preparing our back yard for the summer, when it dawned on me. This moment, this sliver in time, is extremely precious. I can't keep him this age forever, and years from now when he is older and out of the house, all I will have is the memory of his smile. That memory is one of many that I cherish. I hope that my own dad feels the same.

As I have matured into adulthood, I realized that I didn't really KNOW my dad. I mean, I knew everything that he and my mom had told me about their lives, but for the most part, I didn't know what made him tick. What sorts of things does he do for fun? What was his childhood like? What was it like growing up in a 'Baby Boomer' household? Who are his heroes? All questions that I am just now starting to ask. The more in-depth version of him that I am now learning about fascinates me. I plan to continue my new and expanded relationship with him, and encourage everyone to try it. Get to know the family members that you love better. Hopefully you can find out more about them, before it's too late...

*****

A Letter to My Father

Dad,

There never seems to be the right time. I am terrible with picking up the phone and calling you, but you should never doubt that I love you. You have been, and continue to be, one of the largest influences of my life. You were strong when I was growing up. You and Mom were always there for me, and I know that while I cannot ever repay you, I can at least show you that it meant a lot to me.

As I grew up, there were so many things that I just didn't understand. Things like the amount of time you spent with us kids to work on pinewood derby cars, or volunteering your time to help our Little League team as a coach. Raising two boys couldn't have been easy. Now that I have one of my own, the lightbulb slowly gets brighter.

As we got older, you had to deal with all the trouble we got into. I remember being ashamed whenever I did, more so because I had let you and Mom down, than anything. I am sure my kids will return that to me in spades, as they get older.

In tough times, you worked out of our garage, pulling apart old wooden pallets, fixing them to make a few extra bucks. At the time, you were my hero, and that was all that mattered. Because of all your hard work, I feel that it helped shape me to be the man that I am today. Hopefully this is a lesson that I too can pass on to my children.

What I cherish most is the lessons that you taught me without even trying to. You taught me how to be a great dad. You taught me that no matter what happened, your kids should be the achievement you are most proud of, and I am. You showed me to be tough, yet fair. I hope that I can be half the dad you are to my kids.

Life hasn't always been easy for you. I'm starting to understand, now more than ever. If I ever caused you pain, or disappointed you, I'm sorry. When we talk, I feel the pride in your voice, as I too feel proud to call you my Dad. When I think about the trials of your life, I want to continue the conversations we've only started to have, as adults. I want to continue to get to know you, as a person. I hope that you feel the same.

I will always try to remember to call, but if I forget, or we get cut short because my kids choose that moment to ask for more money, just know that I want to talk to you. I want you in my life. In OUR lives.

Until we see each other again.

Love,

Your son

*****

For all the other Dad's out there, remember to thank YOUR father as well, and remember that you are your children's hero. Always act like it, and remember that tomorrow is never a promise.

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rnebularrnebularover 6 years agoAuthor
I'm sure he knew

To the last anonymous poster, I am sure your father knew how you felt. The words are always very welcome to hear, but sometimes actions speak louder. You did a lot for him, and it likely meant more to him than his group of friends. I know with my daughter, we don't often say the words, "I love you," to each other, but we bond on a much deeper level. I know she loves me, as I love her. I always feel sad when we meet some of her friends, and see that they don't come from a home with love like ours. If it were up to me, every child would have at least one person in this world that loves them unconditionally.

Anyhow, thank you for sharing!

RNebular

AnonymousAnonymousover 6 years ago
It made me realise.

Like many of us it is something I never got round to saying - somehow time just evaporates - and now it is too late now by many decades.

Being an only child I took dad in when mum passed in 1981 so I hope from that he realised I cared. Mum did everything for him - he would burn water if left to his own devices - he didn't have clue in the kitchen.

At that time my divorce had just been finalised and I was working long hours under a lot of pressure as well as trying to build up a new social life on a near zero budget.

My parents had retired to the coast where many of their old friends and colleagues had also retired. The downside for him being moving him away from his friends - although on thinking back there were few of them left and dad was no longer driving due to a sight problem and mum had never driven so in hind sight the wrench was probably not so big.

Fortunately we had a local social club for his age group within dad's walking distance which also served lunch. Dad was quite gregarious and once introduced there was no stopping with several ladies after him until he passed in 1986 following a stroke.

Wonderman1Wonderman1over 6 years ago
Thank you

Thanks for posting a beautiful story about fathers. Being a father it means a lot to me and I appreciate your wonderful thoughts about yours.

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