To my father
Today it is Fathers day in Sweden, and therefore I want to write about my father here on my blog.
I am very lucky to have a father like mine. Through all my life, he has always been there for me in all ways a good father can be.
He washed my wounds when I was a little girl, taught me 2 new capitals each night, watched almost every soccer game I played, played parlour games with me, taught me how to ski and how to swim, took me to a soccerfield and performed as a goalkeeper so I could practice my shooting, taught me about boatlife, gave me a ride to all kinds of places I needed to go, taught me how to drive, helped me with my homework, went for walks with me, traveled with me, sat out on the balcony talking about life with me, always made me feel that I am good as I am, gave me confidence and told me that he is proud of me.
I could go on for ages... My father has always been there for me when I have needed him. And not only for me but for my whole family. I don't know what we would do without him.
My father is a person who does everything he can to help the people he love. He is the strongest and most reliable person I know. I am inspired of my father in so many ways. He has always been a great role model that I look up to.
And I know that we are alike in many ways, sometimes I think or do something and I know that I have got those parts of my personality from my dad. That has also made us have a few arguments because we are so alike, almost too alike sometimes. Neither him or me like to be wrong, for example, so nobody really gives up. I can miss those arguments sometimes when I am over here, haha.
I can't believe that I have been apart from you for three months... It feels like yesterday we said goodbye at the airport and my tears started falling. At home it feels empty when you've been gone for only three days!
I miss you dad. And I love you, very very much
