Happy Fathers Day to my very own dad. I love you very much. I haven’t had a relationship with you these last few years based on a difference of perspectives, but I hope that can change one day. Regardless of how people perceive you, you’re still my dad and I have a lot of special memories of you. Really wonderful memories that bring tears to my eyes.
You used to take us kids to the creek everyday and I remember learning to swim in shallow water as you watched and laughed. And that’s what I remember the most. Your laughter. It was belly roaring, it shook the earth I stood upon. At least, as a little girl, it felt that way! I remember putting my hand on my hip and thinking to myself, “Is he EVER serious?”
You’re my wizard dad. You have stories more colorful then the pallete this earth offers. And they’re not just the stories you personally tell. There’s so many people who have their own stories about you. I know it’s a garden variety of perspectives and I understand they have their own. But I have mine. I’m your daughter. And that’s that.
Thank you for giving me such an appetite for the paranormal and supernatural and magical. It is by these things that I let my compass spin. I’m really happy I was given parents who opened me up to that entirely special and otherworldly realm. I sincerely cherish it.
And unless I speak too much, I’ll sign off. I’m not able to personally tell you I love you, but just know that I do. Even though I’m not currently in your coven, I still love you just as much. But a child has thier own wings to spread and their own dreams to make.
I want you to know, Dad, I love you very much,
SanSkritA