Reflecting on One Year
A year ago my I lost one of the most important people in my life - my Dad. Most girls would say that their Mom is the most important person in their life, and while my Mom was a huge part of my life, most girls would also say that their mom was their best friend. My Mom was not my best friend and honestly, I am fairly sure she didn't understand me. My Dad didn't really understand me either, but he encouraged and allowed me to be myself. While my Mom always demanded perfection from me, making sure my education was well-rounded, forcing me into activities that I didn't really enjoy my Dad allowed me to play. My Dad encouraged my imagination, knew that I didn't really appreciate the ballet lessons that I was forced to take, encouraged me to play the piano while trying to make it fun for me despite my Mom's need for me to conform to her idea of how piano and other forms of culture should be appreciated. My Dad encouraged me to get dirty while...
