Father’s day ❤️

Tomorrow is Father’s Day. I was telling my mom today that my step dad is the best dad I’ve ever had in my life. My real dad had no idea what it meant to be a father. At Christmas time 1983 was the very first time I met my mom and my step dad. When those doors opened at Vancouver airport and this lady ran out and hugged my brother and I. That was my mom. I was almost 2 when I was taken away from my mom so I had no idea who she was.

My step dad from the first time I met him he treated me so well. I grew to love both of them. I moved to Canada in 1985 with my one small suitcase. B was there for me growing up and he helped me so much with my school work. We still laugh about all the essays he helped me write. I love the relationship I have with him.

B now has dementia and its hard to see who he was in his life a very successful man. Dementia is robbing his life but I do know he loves me with all of his heart. Even though he’s often confused last Sunday I went over to my parents home for a birthday dinner and we were sitting in the couch in the living room. I was talking to my moms best friend and all of a sudden he said to my moms friend. This lady is a very special woman and we need to keep her in our lives. It took me all I could not to cry. My heart swelled so much.

I’ve heard him many times when things around him are hard he will stop and say to me how special I am to him. I’m so blessed to have him in my life and since he’s had dementia one been able to spend so much quality time with him. Even though it’s hard sometimes I wouldn’t trade any of that for anything. Tomorrow morning I’m going over to see him. He won’t know it’s Father’s Day but that’s ok because I’m going to hang out with my favorite person. When I go over his face lights up when he sees me.

Happy Father’s Day B. I love you so much. Thanks for being that person in my life who has always believed in me and shown me what it is like to love. ❤️ You have shaped me into who I am today. For that I’m eternally grateful.

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