Dear Dad

Dear Dad

I Hope You're Proud

You were my first sight at my high school graduation. You were among the most honored of parents, watching your little girl cross the stage and accept her diploma. I had no idea that was going to be the last time I was going to see you outside a cold, dark hospital room.

I didn’t have the strength to talk to your doctors. I didn’t have the capacity to accept what they were saying. You didn’t either, which is why you didn’t want me to know until I had to.

I didn’t want you to see me sad. I didn’t want you to feel my heartbreak. I didn’t want you to watch me cry. I didn’t want you to experience more pain. I wanted to protect you just like you protected me. No amount of medicine or doctor care could protect you anymore from the inevitable.

You asked me to come over and sit with you, I couldn’t touch you. The moment I grabbed your pinky, it became real. The courage to say the words that we were all avoiding escaped, and although there was nothing said, the look you gave me spoke enough truth; I had days left to be with you.

I stepped away your side, and I ran as fast as I could. Out of the dreary room, passed the stark white halls of the oncology unit, and into my mother’s arms. All the strength I had was left behind on the tear stained floors of the ward, and for fifteen minutes, my mind was numb, my body was shaking, and I was running out of air.

I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to hear anyone talk about what happens ‘afterwards’. I didn’t want to know about your life ending when mine was barely starting.

26 days before you died, I was sitting on the far edge of your bed. You were in and out of sleep. I asked you if you were proud of me. It took you almost 18 years to say the words ‘Are you kidding me? I’m so proud of you.’ I grabbed your hand and wiped my tears with another. He said to me ‘your mom and I love you more than anything in this world, never forget that.’

On August 10th, 2015, I got my driver’s permit. I called you immediately to tell you. You grunted at me. I was relieved to hear you breathe. On August 14th, 2015, I took my first college placement tests. I had no idea that I would be receiving a call at 1:45pm saying you had said goodbye.

It’s been two years since you’ve passed away. I’ve needed you every single day since. I’ve needed you to show me how to do my taxes. I’ve needed you to help me get the scratch off my car. I’ve needed you to be my daddy again.

I hope I’m making you proud.

I hope I’m making the right decisions.

I hope that you are as happy with me as happy as I am with myself.

I hope you’re okay with me moving across the country to follow my dreams.

I hope you know that I’m truly doing the best I can in lieu of your absence.

I hope you know that I do everything with the grace and poise that you taught me.

I hope I’m making you proud.

‘Remember.’ ‘Daddy loves you.’ ‘That’s right, peach.’

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To The Grandmothers Who Made Us The Women We Are Today

Sincerely, the loving granddaughters.

The relationship between a grandmother and her granddaughter is something so uniquely special and something to be treasured forever.

Your grandma loves you like you are her own daughter and adores you no matter what. She is the first person you run to when you have a problem with your parents and she never fails to grace you with the most comforting advice.

She may be guilty of spoiling you rotten but still makes sure to stress the importance of being thankful and kind.

Your grandma has most likely lived through every obstacle that you are experiencing now as a young adult and always knows just exactly what to say.

She grew up in another generation where things were probably much harder for young women than they are today.

She is a walking example of perseverance, strength, and grace who you aim to be like someday.

Your grandma teaches you the lessons she had to learn the hard way because she does not want you to make the same mistakes she did when she was growing up.

Her hugs never fail to warm your heart, her smile never fails to make you smile, and her laugh never fails to brighten your day.

She inspires you to be the best version of yourself that you can be.

You only hope that one day you can be the mother and grandmother she was to you.

A piece of girl’s heart will forever belong to her grandma that no one could ever replace.

She is the matriarch of your family and is the glue that holds you all together.

Grandmothers play such an important role in helping their granddaughters to grow into strong, intelligent, kind women.

She teaches you how to love and how to forgive.

Without the unconditional love of your grandma, you would not be the woman you are today.

To all of the grandmothers out there, thank you for being you.


the loving granddaughters

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Overcoming a sheltered childhood

"Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase." - Martin Luther King Jr.


We all know parents who will be forever overprotective of their child. It may take a lifetime to receive permission to attend a school dance, party, or go out at night with friends. Sometimes having a significant other is not even an option until a certain age (most parents say after college). The list can go on for what parents restrict their child from doing, especially if you live in a traditional, old fashion household.

Parents who are overprotective of their child, of course, come with good intentions. They do not want their child to be exposed to the negativity that is in the world today-- after all, every parent would want their child to live their life as smoothly as possible. But what happens with this helicopter parenting is a child who is restricted of life skills and the ability to deal with adversity.

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I am a victim of a sheltered childhood and overcoming it after eighteen years was the hardest obstacle. My journey begins when I was eleven years old - I entered the beauty womanhood and it scared my father to the point where he could not accept that I was growing up. Middle school is where everyone wants to fit in and be popular, it is a crucial time for a child because they experience heartbreak, bully, and self-consciousness. I remember entering middle school with the mentality of being included with the popular girls, being entirely insecure of my own body, and wanting a boy to like me.

Entering high school, my parents went from papa bears to papa dragons and I made sure to not include them in any of my 'extracurricular activities' in my life. My parents, especially my father, would not allow me to go out with my friends unless my mom came along. For example, my freshman year of high school I wanted to go watch a movie starring Paul Walker and my father's reaction was awful because he assumed that all I wanted to do in life was party with no goals or priorities. This type of mentality extended the rest of my high school experience and dealing with it was extremely challenging.

Throughout this journey dealing with being sheltered from the world, I felt like I was living a nightmare. I had no hope of my parents ever having any faith in me exposing me to society so I had to do it on my own. I would constantly lie to my parents to do things after school and eventually the guilt caught up to me. Unfortunately, it led to losing my parents' trust and that was a wake-up call to find another way to gain the independence I deserve. Joining varsity sports, student council, receiving academic honors helped me. This goal continued even when in my first year of college which was even a bigger test for both my parents and me.

What I used to call a horrible childhood, I now call a blessing because even though I complained and cried on most days - it made me who I am today. All the things my parents sheltered me from is understandable, but it allowed me to attain life skills by involving myself in clubs, volunteer groups, and pushing harder to get good grades. I am still learning as I go, but with the independence my parents have now given me, I am proud of all of us having faith in each other.

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