[12.26.19] Dear dad.

I desperately want to talk to you, want to cry out daddy and run and fall into your arms. I want to fall asleep on your shoulder in the chair in the living room. I want to see the worry and slight alarm in your face when I go on a date with a guy. I want you to hesitantly ask me how it went and what I thought, fearing the possibility of losing your little girl to another man. Mom and I were watching Downtown Abbey together, her new favorite show, and one of the daughters was about to get married. There was a scene of the daughter coming to the dad before the ceremony and asking if he is okay. He said his heart was just bursting in his chest with love and excitement for her. All he wants is her happiness and knows how well Matthew (about to be husband) will love her.

Mom turns to me, eyes filling with tears, and says, “You won’t have your dad to walk you down the aisle.”

At another time, maybe, this would have filled me with anger. How dare she say this to me. Of course I know I won’t have my father to walk me down the aisle. She has no idea how this has tortured me as I have dwelled on it in my thoughts, as my desire for marriage has been increasingly kindled. Before I started to embrace my womanhood and femininity, I considered walking down the aisle without you, and it seemed so distant, too distant to stir my emotions or carve a hole in my heart. Now, however, when I close my eyes and imagine that day, Lord willing it comes, my heart feels like a weight in my chest. I wasn’t angry with mom when she spoke this reality into existence, out loud for the whole universe to hear, as if it was not already aware. Deafening and biting though it was to my own ears, I remembered something else. Love leaves brandmarks. It changes us. As Adam walks me down the aisle, how, almost perfectly, we together will reflect the love you have marked on us, and you will be there indeed.

I love you dad,

Lauren

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"Surely man at his best is a mere breath." -King David I am a mere breath God has graciously gifted to be His daughter first, a daughter and sister, a friend, an athlete, a writer, a coach. I hope to be a full-time professional soccer player, write a book or two, be a lifelong learner, work for a sports and faith ministry, coach college soccer, have a family and maybe even pick up the guitar. My dad died when I was a sophomore in college. Writing became especially important to me after his death, helping me grieve and heal. I find writing letters to him has helped me process deep emotions and pain I didn't really know what to do with. My hope is the letters will share experiences that speak to and shine a light into the lives and stories of others in some way.

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