A Letter To My Daughter

I spent the weekend watching showtime due to leg pain and other health issues (and a letter to my son, will follow) and I could not sleep tonight of all the things I want to say to my daughter!

As I lay around no longer working, people don't realize the human brain keeps working! So if not occupied with what I used to enjoy, that is Managing People and building award winning extreme talented teams, I think of other things! Last night it was all about my daughter!

I don't think daughters realize how special they are to their dad's! I remember telling Isabel when she was born "our life will never be the same"! It seems like yesterday and Sherry made sure it never was. Just being born she had an issue with it! Hr mother almost died giving her birth!

Ever since then she has been the start in my eye! No dad could be prouder than I of what woman she became! I remember when she left the bus crying and soiled her pants because the teacher would not let her go to the bathroom! I taught her the next day how much I loved her and taught her self respect! Of course many years later this would come back to haunt me, but that was my Sherry! She never road a school bus again!

I remember the struggle on why she could not play basketball shirtless! I said "if you play shirtless, the boys won't be looking at the ball"! The sports bra was introduced! That was my Sherry!

I remember her reading way before she could, on the back of my pacer and I knew she would be successful like her mother and I! She has our work ethics! That is my Sherry!

Sherry may not remember. but it was after her performance on stage at Cohannet School that she first said these words "Dad you're so gay"!I don't think she meant them literally, but she knew her dad and she was right!It was her strength to be independent and who she wanted to be sometimes fighting the established system, that gave me the strength to accept who I am today! That was and is my Sherry!

There is so much more for the almost 36 years she has been on earth that I could say! But I leave this as I leave allot of my memories, with a poem:

I have this little angel. For me she left her wings.
She has no idea how much happiness she truly brings.
She brightens up my days with her smiles and her laughs.
She helps me to remember what being a dad was like.
Not a day goes by that she is not in my mind.
Not an hour goes by she is not in my sight!


I usually sign Dr Q, but for this one!


You're Dad