I love my Daddy and I loved getting to spend time with him. I never realized how much I am like him or how much I have missed him. I just don't know how to cook, guess he will have to teach me how to do that too. Maybe it is because some of my fondest memories of growing up were with my Daddy. Memories including sitting on his lap and him reading stories from his Bible, asking me "if I had a boyfriend", caring for me when I was sick, teaching me to sew, to drive and some cooking (which without continuous experience, I have conveniently forgotten).
This last year is the first time I have been in my Daddy's house in over 20 years. We were not welcome at his house as long as he was married and his divorce a couple of years ago finally changed that. For over 20 years, my time with him was limited to a few hours once a year at a park or the local cafe. It was just not enough time!
My Daddy needs me, that is a feeling that I fight daily to keep me in Indiana until I can make the arrangements to get home.