Dad.
It’s been a few months now that i look at my Dad with such happiness and sadness at the same time. It was during a trip to Southend in Summer 2010, that i learnt old age was creeping up with Dad. We were snapping away taking pictures at the pier when i asked Dad to stand by the side so i could take a picture of him, when the wind blew his hair and i realised Dad was slowly getting bald. And it hit me; my Dad’s getting old. I remember standing so still for a few seconds; the concept of Dad being old was something so strange to me; but today, as he hits 50, i feel so proud to be his daughter.
When i look back at the years that passed us by, at my childhood, i think i can truly say that for me, my Dad has been my hero. He’s always been the one who’s given me more than I could ever ask for; and he’s always been the one who made things happen. I’m way too blessed to have such a person in my life, and more importantly, as my Dad.
To think of Dad being old, is like thinking of the impossible. For me, Dad’s always been the man to look up to; who’s always protected me and kept me safe, but to think that one day i’ll be the one protecting Dad and keeping him safe scares me. I’m not scared of not looking after him, but of not doing it the right way; the best way; the way he kept me protected all those years.
Today, and for the years to come Dad – my heart, my love and my dua’s are always yours.
Happy 50th Birthday, Daddy.
xo
