My dad was the most forgiving man that I knew. He was always kind and good natured, right up to his illness and death. And he was amazingly tolerant, to the point where others would take advantage of him. He could tell, but it's just that it took so much more emotional strength to be kind and see the good in other people again and again, when it was so much easier to cave in and be cynical.. and he chose the more difficult path. He had emotional integrity.

I want to be my father's girl and I strive to be the same, but often I falter. I've become more of an emotional retard by comparison, and sometimes I fail. I get overwhelmed and I react.

I failed him again today.
Sorry dad.