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Today I am a girl missing her dad.
I’m the 9-year-old girl content to be lounging on the lawn chair with her daddy in the backyard of their military housing.
I’m the daughter grateful that her dad set aside cultural differences in a time of racial unrest and married a Japanese woman to start a family.
I’m the career woman succeeding because her dad gave her the gift of words, both written and spoken…and the gifts of love and compassion.
I’m the mother blessed to have been raised by an involved, loving father who became the best grandpap in the world.
I’m the woman who will remember to laugh when the going gets tough because Dad said it would make it not so tough.
I’m a girl remembering to laugh through her tears…as she honors her dad, taken at the ridiculously young age of 67.
Today, I reflect on the 16 years without my dad…and know that even though I can no longer hug him and kiss him, you can no more separate me from him than you can separate rays from the sun.
Daddy, today, as always, I beam my love to you…
Denise Yamada © 4/2011