Elizabeth Browder

My Daddy…

Let me tell you about my daddy.

He was a large man. Not weight-wise. He was 6′ 5″. He was always the tallest man I knew. He always was carrying on his shoulders or holding me in his lap.

He was a loving man. He loved everyone without question. He always said “Everyone is important”. He could talk to anyone at anytime about anything. He would take the time to talk to his youngest daughter about whatever subject she could come up with, no matter how weird .

He was a smart man. He was mostly self taught, as his family did not have the funds to send him to college. He could speak multiple languages. He would get angry and go from.language to language, making his youngest daughter quite scared and confused. He just to reassure me “It is okay. I am just being silly.”

He was my protector. I went through something very traumatic when I was 4-years-old that affects me to this day. I think he made it his life’s mission to make sure I was always okay. I always clung to him whenever anything frightened me. He was always there. I miss him terribly. I miss him every day. Sometimes, when I have a lot on my mind, I dream of him. I hear him speaking to me. I know this sounds crazy, but it comforts me.

I an so thankful to have had the daddy I had. G-d blessed me when He chose me to be his daughter.

About the Author
Elizabeth is a nurse by profession, and a parent of a dog who thinks she is human. She likes lots of things. She may write about them.