To My Dad…

My dad came to Canada in his mid 20’s, did not speak a single word of English and came with what little money he had left. I moved to a different city and thought it was the scariest thing I had ever done. I can’t imagine going to a country all the way on the other side of the world. No money and no communication. I feel like it can’t be real?

My mom tells me stories about my dad all the time, especially during his younger days. How he was always working hard on the family farm, how he had a wild side, and how giving he was – even though he had so little himself.

My dad is the hardest working person I know and one of the kindest. He will always help others before he helps himself. He will never eat until everyone else’s plates are full. We learned to tell him that we didn’t like something just so he would take it. “No dad, I hate donuts. You have to eat them all”.

He knows how to fix everything, he has the answers to everything possible, and even though he can’t spell the word “off”, I know he’s much smarter than I will ever be. Trust me, when I was walking across that stage on my graduation, I felt like my dad deserved that piece of paper more than I did. After all, he taught me everything I needed to know.

I have been able to count on him all my life. I have watched him take the training wheels off my bike, watched him pack up my stuff when I moved away, and cheer me on when I finally graduated. He has always been there, through every moment in my life. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yes, there are days where we can’t agree on anything but at the end of the day, it does not matter. None of it does. That is what family is to me. Everything you hate, and everything you love.

I see little parts of my dad in each of us – my brother and my sister. My brother got my dads incredible work ethic and brain (that kid remembers everything). My sister got my dads funny personality and curly hair. Me, I’m not sure what I picked up but I know I carry every bit of him with me all the time.

Happy Fathers day Dad! I am so incredibly lucky to have you as a farther.

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