Comments on: Daddy’s Girl http://britisshameless.com/2010/12/daddys-girl/ I'm nothing but a brash and impetuous girl striving to be true to myself while searching for somewhere to belong, someone to love, and a better version of me. Mon, 06 Dec 2010 22:32:10 +0000 hourly 1 By: Lady Pandorah http://britisshameless.com/2010/12/daddys-girl/comment-page-1/#comment-16738 Lady Pandorah Thu, 02 Dec 2010 23:33:36 +0000 http://britisshameless.com/?p=4020#comment-16738 This post spoke so much to me when I read it. Beautifully written. I lost my father (far too early) a couple of years ago and in reading this I've just realised that my Mister is somewhat like how he was. A man of few words, but always there for you in action or just physically *there*. Mister is a musician, has his rebellious teenage years that I love to hear him tell me stories of; I never rebelled, not really, so I vicariously enjoy the tales he recites. Nothing at all like my father - the straight-laced, local boy who grew up to live in the same town that he was born in (In the South of England, it's a tiny town of 5,000 people maximum). Yet essentially there is that nurturing similarity between the two of them. There is no time that I can recall that my father wasn't there for me when I needed him, to pick me up if I scraped a knee. To fall asleep on after a Sunday lunch when I was a tiny girl. At my graduation. Now he's no longer here, Mister is the one who picks me up from the floor when I'm so emotionally battered from working, eases out the pain and the worry. Caring, loving. Hey, I know it's probably a far too emotional kinda comment you were expecting. Just putting it out there. Many hugs, LP x This post spoke so much to me when I read it. Beautifully written.

I lost my father (far too early) a couple of years ago and in reading this I’ve just realised that my Mister is somewhat like how he was. A man of few words, but always there for you in action or just physically *there*.

Mister is a musician, has his rebellious teenage years that I love to hear him tell me stories of; I never rebelled, not really, so I vicariously enjoy the tales he recites. Nothing at all like my father – the straight-laced, local boy who grew up to live in the same town that he was born in (In the South of England, it’s a tiny town of 5,000 people maximum).

Yet essentially there is that nurturing similarity between the two of them. There is no time that I can recall that my father wasn’t there for me when I needed him, to pick me up if I scraped a knee. To fall asleep on after a Sunday lunch when I was a tiny girl. At my graduation. Now he’s no longer here, Mister is the one who picks me up from the floor when I’m so emotionally battered from working, eases out the pain and the worry. Caring, loving.

Hey, I know it’s probably a far too emotional kinda comment you were expecting. Just putting it out there.

Many hugs,
LP x

]]> By: twg http://britisshameless.com/2010/12/daddys-girl/comment-page-1/#comment-16729 twg Thu, 02 Dec 2010 14:47:24 +0000 http://britisshameless.com/?p=4020#comment-16729 Aw. My dad used to do the icy hot thing too. :) I very much enjoyed this post :) Aw. My dad used to do the icy hot thing too. :)

I very much enjoyed this post :)

]]> By: ECS http://britisshameless.com/2010/12/daddys-girl/comment-page-1/#comment-16722 ECS Thu, 02 Dec 2010 05:04:14 +0000 http://britisshameless.com/?p=4020#comment-16722 this is very sweet! this is very sweet!

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