My daddy used to call me his “Brown-eyed girl”. He is a pillar of my life. He was my teacher, leader, defense and strength. I was his little girl.
He pushed me and my siblings to study music and to explore the arts. He was so proud of us that he would showcase our talents to his friends whenever they’d come visit us on Saturday mornings.
He’d make us play the piano and keyboard. My brother would play his clarinet. My sister and I would play the violin. I would play the trombone— which my mother did not approve of me playing because she thought it would make me have big cheeks like Satchmo and Dizzy Gillespie— LOL!
It wasn’t until I started undergrad that I realized that so many people come from households which did not include their fathers and mothers living as one with their children. And just as I said in a previous post about my mom, I don’t know what my life would be like if I did not have my daddy.
I am thankful for the strength and life lessons he poured into me all my life before he died. And I’m thankful for the identity he gave me, and for the legacy which he passed down to me.
There is so much that I could say about him, but tears are rolling down my eyes as I think about him— maybe this post should be a podcast instead of a text post so that I can fluently express the gratefulness I have for my daddy 🙂
He gave me some instructions before he left this life, and I’m so glad to say, “Daddy, I’m doing everything you told me to— thank you. I love you. 🙂
God, I just want to tell you THANK YOU for my daddy 🙂
(In today’s post, I’m embedding two videos from YouTube: One is Van Morrison’s Brown-eyed Girl, and the other is the Temptation’s My Girl— he used to sing these songs to me 🙂)