TOUCHING STORY ABOUT PAPA

TOUCHING STORY ABOUT PAPA

When I was a little girl, I bear in mind that when my father was repairing something, whenever he asked me to hold the hammer, so we would have a time for a discussion with each other. I never ever saw my daddy drinking or taking a „ night out with the young boys", all he did after work was taking care of his household.

I grew up and left home for college and ever since, my dad had actually been calling me every Sunday morning, no matter what. And when several years later I purchased a house, my papa was painting it by himself for three days in the 80-degree summer heat. All he asked was to hold his paint brush and talk to him. But I was too hectic in those days, I did not find any time for a discussion with my dad.

Four years back, my dad was visiting me. He spent lots of hours creating a swing set for my child. He asked to bring him a cup of tea and have a talk with him, but I had to prepare for a journey that weekend, so I did not have time for any long conversations that day.

One Sunday morning we had a telephone talk as usual, I observed that my dad had actually forgotten some things that we covered lately. I was in a rush, so our discussion was short. Few hours later on that day came a call. My daddy was in a hospital with an aneurysm. Instantly I purchased ticket for a flight and on my way I was considering all missed out on celebrations to have a talk with my papa.

By the time I have actually shown up to healthcare facility, my daddy had actually passed away. Now it was he who did not have time for a discussion with me. I understood how little I understood about my father, his deepest thoughts and dreams.

After his death I discovered much more about him, and even more about myself. All he ever asked me was my time. And now his has all my attention each and every single day.