I Am My Fathers Daughter - An Open Letter on Father's Day
Dear Pappie, I was casually chatting with someone about my analytical brain, how I crave understanding and love interpreting data to find useful information and meaning and they laughingly responded, "Well you are your fathers daughter, aren't you?" It's not the first time someone has said that. In fact I think I've had at least 20 people this year alone tell me how much I'm like you, dad. I can't listen to Jim Croce, Simon & Garfunkel, Cat Stevens, The Chi-Lites, or any oldies music, without picturing myself back in the car with just you, telling me about each of these artists and sharing your love of music with me. I can't watch a musical without thinking of you humming along or telling me something about the score or film that I didn't know. I can't have a conversation with a student or recent college graduate without asking them their major, how they decided to pursue it, what they hope to do in life and if they need he
