The Last Exile

I have hardly read the news or blogged this week. Life keeps interfering. I had every intention of making it up for it last night. I got home from work and spoke to the Last Amazon on Skype while dinner cooked. Just seconds after I hung up on my daughter my father called. He was in Toronto and his meeting unexpectedly got cancelled and wanted to know if the me and the boys wanted to meet him out for dinner. I turned off the stove and gathered the boys. When we arrived at the restaurant my father rushed out of the chair and nearly crushed me when he hugged me. I have waited 41 years for my father to hug me like that and it may have been a long time coming but its just as sweet as how I imagined it would be at 6 when he left me behind.

If there is one thing I have learned it is this; once a Daddy’s girl, always a Daddy’s girl and there is always a lingering sadness to a Daddy’s girl who is forced to live her without her father. I have mine now and despite the rivers which run under our bridges, I’d rather have him than not.