My Father’s Joy

It feels a little strange to call me my father’s joy. But quite frankly I do think I am the fulfillment of my name.

If I am correct I think Grandpa Isaac actually  gave me this name.

Abigael- a father’s joy or my father is rejoicing.

I have been meaning to write a blog about my dad mainly because he has been wondering when he was going to show up here lol. As he tells me, “I have written 2-3 important letters to you in your lifetime, I think it is time for you to write about me on your blog.” So here it is dad this blog is for you and you only.

Father’s Day is around the corner and for you it will be a lot different. I won’t be around to follow you around and annoy you or try to annoy you because for some reason I always end up on the losing end of things. Your little girl isn’t so little anymore and that’s a little unfortunate for I would also love to be five again and watch as you trick me into giving you my money. But alas it is time for me to leave the nest you have so lovingly created for me. I am not going to tell you that I will miss you because we don’t say cringy words around here. Good dads are great treasures. Often times they don’t show their emotions but I have been privileged enough to be able to witness your emotions but negative and positive. You always tell me that I am emotional but I think I got it from you. Your ways of caring for others…acting like you don’t care but you actually care the most. As I grew older it has been fun to see you trying to be cool and tough but I know that you are a nice man inside. You understand my sense of humor probably because you and I have a similar sense of humor. You aren’t afraid to stand up for me when things get hard. I can only hope that while I have lived with you I had been a good daughter at least 20% of the time. I know I stressed you out, and I still do. But I hope I can always put a smile on your face.

Without you my name would be meaningless.

Love, Abigael