This is the third Father’s Day without you and I miss you every day. I wish I could show you the company I’ve built from the ground up. I know you would be so proud of me. I wish I could have called you the day I quit my corporate job to pursue my love of blogging full-time. I wish I could invite you over to dinner to cook Persian food for you and show you my home. I wish I could listen to the stories of all the romantic things you did for mom and remind me that I always deserve the best. I wish so many things.
I am so thankful that I had in my life for as long as I did. You were always such a loving father. A man to look up to with so many amazing qualities and such a good outlook on life. You were never afraid to take over the dance floor whether it was empty or crowded. You insisted on embarrassing me in front of all my friends by kissing me goodbye before school every day. You loved musicals and sang as though no one could hear you. ( We could but we loved you anyway.) You taught me to be proud, yet humble, hard-working and ambitious, adventurous, and a hopeless romantic. You expected so much of my brothers, sister, and me because you knew we could accomplish anything we set out to do. You often sacrificed your own happiness and convenience just to make sure we were well cared for.
Every day I think of you and whisper, “I love you, Dadio.” Then I remember the way you smiled and your warm skin when I hugged you goodbye. I’ll find a man like you, Dad. And when I do, I’ll know you brought him to me.
Love you, Dadio