I grew up wanting to be like my dad. Silently self-confident, he just took care of things without wanting or needing to be recognized for it. A quieter man, he tended to listen more than he spoke, but could at any moment say something hilarious. Someone who rarely asked for help, he bent over backwards to help others. These qualities are still present in my dad, though his confidence has been challenged by adversity; he still listens but doesn’t always hear too well; he remains helpful and definitely hasn’t lost his sense of humor.
I’ve always known what a strong man my dad is, but his amazing strength has been evidenced during the past week. Dad suffered a massive heart attack and went into cardiac arrest. The paramedics were able to bring him back to us, but he remained unconscious for 5 days. During that time, the cardiologists prepared us for the worst. When Dad began to open his eyes and respond to simple commands, the doctors told us that he is a miracle; in terms of medical odds, they said, he shouldn’t be here.
We’ve been blessed. Blessed with more time to love him, more days of seeing his smile, and more chances to talk to him from our hearts.
Life is so fragile. It’s too short. We think we can wait on things. Even big things. We can’t. Why not tell the people in our lives how much we love them? Why not take the steps necessary to turn our dreams into realities?
My dad – and mom – gave me the gift of life. What I do with it will be my gift to them. Dad’s strength and courage are a model for shaping my own character, dreams, and life.
Whatever the relationship, our parents play a huge role in molding who we are. Whatever age we may reach, we are our parents’ children, pride, and legacy.
I’ll always be my daddy’s little girl. May I make him proud.
The World of Author/Mom Alicia Murphy! 