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a d a u g h t e r ' s t r i b u t e> 9/2017
a c o n n e c t i o n 6/2018
w r i t i n g s b y s a y a n b e c k e r
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a c o n n e c t i o n
I am a daughter to a father with wings and a guitar.
I am a daughter who felt a connection whether he be present or afar.
A bond so strong I couldn't escape if I wanted to.
But I never did.
Why would I? |
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He was my rock.
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He was the person I ran to when anything significant arose.
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I needed the guidance. I needed the protection.
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I needed to hear the warmth of his voice, to assure me that I'm doing the right thing.
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I needed to hear the excitement in his voice, to assure me that I'm going in the right direction.
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It's that sound of his voice that eases my heart and puts everything around me at a stand-still.
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He was the man with all the answers.
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A man who's reactions lie fresh in my mind, whether he be far or away or -- as in this case -- in another dimension.
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He's an unforgettable human being.
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I now believe it to be true that a father's and daughter's bond is an unbreakable one.
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I love you dad.
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I'm still listening.
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