This is a ridiculously powerful picture.
reblog this twice, to make sure you really see it.
This is so frustrating
this is the shit that makes me feel terrible living my life like the average person
Everyone, this is my dad and yes that is little me. Tonight was not a good night for me. My thoughts were running and I was planning on starting up on old habits again when he came downstairs. Now may I tell you that my dad usually gets up at 4:30-5 in the morning; it was 10:47. I don’t even know how it started but we started talking about politics which both of us dislikes but anyway we were talking. I was hiding my depression like I always do around everyone, when politics lead to political parties then including religion. And what I never expected to happen was he brought up the issue on marriage equality of the LGBTQ community. I don’t like talking to anyone about anything, ask my friends. But when he brought up the subject about this my heart dropped.
My dad just recently was ordained as a Catholic deacon roughly a year ago. So I knew that his conversation was going to be difficult for me to hear. But I listened anyway. He told me about the church’s stance and more details that brought me even further down that I was before. Thinking that how will I ever get married and be happy if my own father doesn’t accept it, thinking that my own father would not want to attend my wedding, or see his grand kids or celebrate holidays with us. I was devastated.
But then after telling me about the church’s views and seeing that I had started to tear up, he told me the one thing I have been wanting to hear ever since I came out to him. He told me,
“Erin, you are my daughter. I will love you no matter what. Sure I may not support it but you are my daughter. And I will support you. I will always love you.”
The only thing I could do was cry even more and stare into the TV. I couldn’t say anything back. By my silence he thought I was pissed at what he said before, but what he doesn’t realize was sure I was upset because that is my future he was denying me but then he told me that he loves me and supports me. I still can’t quite grasp that context, but then again I am still in shock.
Afterwards, he stood up walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer and sat back down. The man who wakes up at 4:30 in the morning and works til 3 sometimes outside in the heat fixing electricity problems risking his life sat back down to talk some more with me. After the elephant was out of the bag we talked about life. Work, drugs, alcohol, people who have too much time on their hands, pretty much everything we could talk about. We finally finished talking around 1. This man, my father just may have saved my life. He brought up subjects that I was too scared to bring up. He helped me though tonight without even knowing it. That’s why this man wins greatest father of the century in my book. And century doesn’t even begin to describe how awesome my dad is.
No matter what he is always there for me even if he may not like my decisions or who I choose to love. I know that when I am scared he will always be there to guide me, just like he did in this picture above.
I know he won’t be able to see this but,
“Dad, I am so thankful for you and what you do for me. I love you.”
