A Fatherless Father’s Day

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This post was inspired by my girl, Michelle from She’s Not So Basic’s “The Unexpected Mother’s Day” Post. Love you <3


With this month being my birthday month, the request for some more personal posts, and Father’s Day this weekend, I decided it was time to share a little more about my life. This post is different than what you typically see on TCM… there’s no actionable advice for you to take into your own life. Just a reminder to love your loved ones a little harder, because life is precious and fragile.

This isn’t my first Fatherless Father’s Day. In fact, the majority of these last 27 Father’s day’s have been fatherless for me. But for the last eight years, it’s weighed a little different on me. As I pass the Father’s Day cards in the store, as I scroll by the “Father’s Day Gift Guides” on-line. A knot so big and tight hardens in my chest. I can’t seem to catch my breath as I fight back the tears and anger simultaneous brewing inside of me.

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The backstory:

Before the man who I call my dad came into my life, there was my biological father. An alcoholic and abusive man who never earned the title of “dad” in my eyes. When I was four years old, my mom divorced him. He’s from a small country in Europe, and up to that point he spent a good amount of time overseas instead of living with us. Despite their divorce, my mom still sent me to live with him for one month every Summer and every Spring Break. I won’t go into all the details about him and that time in my life, but the short version is that by the age of 10 years old, I told my mom I no longer wanted to visit him.

Despite a phone call at 14, a kidnapping scare later that year, then again two years later (let’s just say stalking runs in my family), and a very unexpected surprise Facebook video chat (I thought I was getting on with my brother…) a couple of years ago, we’ve had no contact in 17 years. I am not mad or sad or any way about it. It’s just the way it is. My past.

The truth is, I don’t believe family is who we are connected to by blood. I believe family are the people who are there for us by choice. Through the good and the bad, not just one or the other. Family are the people who teach us about life and love, who we are as people, and who we want to become. The title of “family” is earned in my book. Which is why the man I call my dad is a man who came into my life when I was seven years old, Roger Taft.

I remember the first time I met him. My mom brought me to his office, where his secretary handed me a pile of individually wrapped presents (they were clothes for my Barbie’s). This wasn’t the first time people had tried to by my love (read: biological father), but this memory always stood out to me. I felt so special. Maybe it was coming off the string off d-bags my mom had been dating, but I instantly liked this dude as much as I could (I was very protective of my mom as a child).

As an ACOA, I understand that when I like someone or feel vulnerable, I have a tendency to push them away in inexplicable ways. But as a kid, I gave him hell. I mean absolute hell. I called him names, I constantly forced my mom to choose between the two of us. After about four years they broke up because he didn’t feel like there was room in the relationship. But they found their way back together. Over the years, he slowly chipped away at my jaded exterior. Moving in with us officially (even though it basically had felt like we all lived together for years) when I entered my teen years he quickly picked up the roll as “Mr. Mom”.

He worked from home, and found himself in the morning middle school car pool. Making after schools snacks, and chasing away every boy that came near our house. Even so, we would still have the occasional blow out fight. We were so similar and so different. Both strong willed, passionate, sensitive, and opinionated. We would go toe-to-toe on what was for dinner, board games, TV shows, really anything under the sun. You could say we were both carried a lot of unresolved anger and were always looking for a fight. Something I still work on to this day. My mom couldn’t take us to restaurants at one point because every meal ended in a food fight. We didn’t know when to stop until the other was upset.

Despite his Harley Davidson, and tough guy appearance, my dad was a mush. A total teddy bear that just wanted to be loved and adored. He wanted to feel wanted and hated how independent my mom and I were at times. Despite all of his flaws, he was my dad and an absolute love of my life. Our love was unconditional. We were family.

My dad was diagnosed with cancer when I was young. I can’t even tell you how old I was because it was something that we just didn’t talk about for many years. He always seemed healthy enough. We would go to the gym during the week, boating on the weekends, and the occasional motorcycle ride. He never seemed sick.

The Cancer

Until my junior or senior year of high school. His cancer kept coming back, and in different forms over the years. He was in experimental treatment after experimental treatment. Finally, the doctors got to a point they didn’t know what to do with him, and basically said it was only a matter of time until he died.

At the same time I was going through a lot. He and I would stay up and watch the Jay Leno monologue every night then talk about life. We spent hours having heart to hearts about friends, relationships, and the world. I trusted him more than I ever trusted anybody, a sentiment I shared at his funeral. He was supposed to adopt me when I turned 18 years old (we didn’t want to get a signature from my biological father).

For all intensive purposes, he was my dad and I was his daughter. We were proud of each other. We had gone through so much to build not only a relationship out of convenience, but a friendship. We mirrored one another’s flaws and strengths. He would tell me when I was being a “little shit” and I would tell him when he was being an asshole. He would write me letters, even when we lived in the same house, just because neither of us ever got mail and he wanted to put a smile on my face.

I left to go to college in 2007. My dad and I would talk every day, multiple times a day as I went to and from class. His cancer was truly starting to get worse. When I was 18 or 19 he took this selfie:

It was shortly before he shaved his head. His hair had started falling out for the first time in his cancer journey. He knew the chemo wasn’t working and didn’t want to keep seeing the patches fall off. When shaved his once thick silvery locks I cried when I saw him. It was the first time he truly looked sick. Things continued to worsen, he couldn’t eat, he was in pain. He hated the drink they made him have before treatment sessions. I was scared.

He stopped chemo at some point when it officially wasn’t working. His hair grew back, and his spirit came back, only a little sadder. He started to prepare for his death in a way. He called my aunt and grandma to see if they would be there for my mom and I when he died. He kept calling his sons. He kept telling me how proud he was. Other than this sadness, and constant talk about “when he was gone,” he stopped seeming sick again. He could live for another seven+ years the doctors said.

The day it changed

A short while later, the summer of 2009, my mom rushed into my room one morning panicked, “COME, ITS ROGER.” If you know me, you know I am not a morning person. I said “what” and grumbled as I looked at the clock and saw it wasn’t even 7 am yet. She repeated hysterically, “you need to come now, he, he he! I don’t know if he took too many sleep pills I don’t know I don’t know, just go look...” she couldn’t even get the words out.

Panicked, I leapt out of bed and to our back patio where my dad was sitting. I asked him what was going on, and he just looked at me spaced out, struggling to find words. Frustrated and hitting his knee. He pushed out some gibberish. My mom rushed out behind me, and said “who is this?” pointing at me. He said, “Cleo”. Cleo was his cat that he had since the mid 90s. My mom said, “no, who is this?” he said “Cleo” again.

Totally panicked, I pointed to Cleo and said, “who is that?” and he couldn’t get any words out or said “Jason,” one of his sons. We immediately decided to go to the hospital. Once he was admitted, they ran some tests and discovered he had a stroke.

When I saw him later, he was flipping me the bird per usual and telling me to “fuck off” (a term of endearment in our home — Like I said, we had an interesting relationship). We left that night, thinking things were going to be okay. He had a stroke, but was recovering.

The next morning we went back to the hospital, only he couldn’t speak. He had a second stroke overnight. The next few days are a blur. Possibly had a series of mini-strokes. They intubated him. He couldn’t move his left side, and eventually fell unconscious. My mom called my step-brothers and told them to get here, this was going to be it. It was a few more days until they arrived.

Preparing for death

During my freshamn year in college, I had a therapist Cirlean. She was only my therapist for a semester or two, before she took a new position at a different school. During one of our last sessions, she shared with me how her own father had died the year prior. She told me that if I found myself with my dad on his death bed, to not hold anything back. To let ever resentment, anger, and loving thing come out. To feel everything, don’t stuff a thing. Be a mess, be a beautiful mess. Get it all out. Don’t hold a single thing back.

From the morning I went to the hospital, through the next two weeks, thats exactly what I did. I cried and cursed, and felt everything. It was the most painful experience I’ve ever gone through. I refused to leave the hospital except to sleep. I wouldn’t leave until they made me and would arrive as early as possible. My step brothers, mom, and grandma were all worried. They thought I was too young at 19 to be there that much. I had a boyfriend, and a job, and coursework to be doing. I didn’t care. I talked to my dad about everything those two weeks. I cursed him for leaving us so soon and cried as I thought about all the things he wouldn’t be there for.

My mom and I decided to sign the “do not resuscitate” order. At that point, my dad was a vegetable. Even if he was ever able to breathe on is own, which wasn’t highly unlikely, he would never speak again and would have extremely limited motor movement. It would have killed my dad to live like that and we knew it’s what he would’ve wanted.

Slipping Away

After about two weeks, they moved him to Hospice. I remember the look in his eye when they put him on the stretcher and wheeled him into the ambulance. He looked lost and scared, and then he saw my face and then I swear a smile and tear broke out on his face (as much as his facial muscles would allow a smile at that time).

He wasn’t in Hospice for more than a couple days. I remember the last time we were in Hospice was when my grandpa died. I remember my dad and I getting pancakes while my mom stayed back after his passing. And here we were, only a few years later, only he was in the bed this time. My mom was staying with him over night at this point.

On June 1st, 2009 my step-brother drove me home for the night. As we pulled into the driveway my mom called, “this is it, he’s going to pass.” My step-brother was dumbfounded and asked me to talk to her and what we should do. I told him we needed to go back ASAP.

We walked into the room, I gave my dad a big hug, and laid with him for a few minutes when the death rattle started. For those not familiar, the death rattle is a sound a person makes right before they pass. My mom and I hurried out to get the nurses. We don’t think he knew that my step-brother was still in the room, because he told us that as soon as we left, is when he slipped away.

We immediately let the doors and windows open to let out his spirit, and they took him away. The next day, was all thunder and lightning. Lightening actually struck the gate right in front of our car as we tried to get into our neighborhood. We couldn’t help but feel like it was dad. Angry that he had to leave us.

Father’s Day

Twenty days later, June 21st, was my 20th birthday. It was also Father’s Day that year. I think that’s when I stopped making a big deal over my birthday. Every year now, Father’s day gets close, and I have no desire to celebrate my birthday. I can’t help but feel the pangs of resentment whenever I see a “Father’s Day Gift Guide” floating around the blogosphere. I want to punch and yell and scream.

Why is it the one parent I’ve had that I truly felt 100% unconditional love from, is the one parent that no longer walks this Earth? That source of unconditional love is something we all desire, and to lose it, it feels like a giant whole in the Universe at times. I know he would have loved Eric. I know he would be proud of me. I know it might be selfish, because I know what it’s like to have shitty parents, and to have had Roger in my life, even for such a short period of time, is more than most people get. But I can’t help but wish I could have had more.

To my dad:

I miss you more than words can ever do justice. The tear drops still fall, who am I kidding, they downpour, more days of the year than I can count. It seems that after eight years this grief is only more persistent. I wish you could’ve met Eric. I wish I could rest my head on your stomach as we watch TV. I wish I could hear your laugh. Oh your laugh… how you would laugh so hard you would start crying and cursing.

The memories and sounds fade a little more each year. I wish so deeply I could bottle them up and hold onto them forever, but that’s not how the mind works. I wish you could have walked me down the aisle. I wish I could feel your presence a little more. I still sing “Runaway” at the top of my lungs and think of you whenever it comes on. You will always be my dad. I know you started to think your purpose in life was to raise children, and I can assure it was. You fixed me in so many ways that I hope you can see from wherever you are. I love you.

To the fatherless on Father’s Day:

Whether you lost your dad from life or from death, I send you a hug. The loss of a parent, whether an actual parent, step parent, or even just the idea of a parent, is something I wish on nobody. If you’ve experienced it, know you are not alone. It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay to be angry. It’s okay to wish for more. It’s okay to take on surrogates to fill the role.

Try to let go of the anger. Know it will ebb and flow throughout your life. Whether he left by choice or something out of his control, it’s easy to be angry. A source of love and light are gone. Dig deep and find forgiveness. Let love flow freely into your other relationships. Don’t bottle it up and barricade it out of fear of getting hurt again. This pain you are feeling is what makes us human. Channel it into celebrating your life and encouraging others.

Losing a parent is lonely and dark, no matter what age it happens at. I am giving you a virtual hug and sending you lots of love today and every day. Take those lessons you’ve learned, whether from your dad or from his absence, and share them with the world.

You are special. You are perfect. You are a source of light for someone in your life.

Let us celebrate life. Let us not let standards of what it truly means to be a parent or a loved one fall to the way side or be lowered because of blood ties or absence of physical presence. Let us cherish one another and celebrate one another.

For those who still have a dad in their life, make sure to savor it. Love them. Cherish them. Celebrate them.

 

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  • Rachel, I love this post so much and I am so glad you wrote it! I have tears in my eyes. I’m so sorry you went through so much trauma at such a young age. No one ever deserves that. Your relationship with Roger sounds like it was wonderful. I feel like a lot of the best relationships come from a butting heads, rocky kind of start. I found myself giggling as you explained your relationship with Roger. I’m still so angry at my dad and I haven’t found a way to let it go yet. Reading your story really helped me feel less mad, sad, alone, and all of those other feelings that creep up around Mother’s and Father’s Day. Love you Rachel and call me or text me if you want to talk… or even if you don’t want to talk but to just be with someone on the phone <3

    • Agreed! I love you <3 you are definitely not alone during these holidays and just through life <3

    • Anton Ritlop

      You people read and really believe anything! I am the best biological father she ever had, and played with , until age of 7 ,until her mother totally derailed in alcohol, drugs and screwing all the guys who wanted her….!
      I was not awful biological father, but wonderful man, designing USA military airplane fighters, bombers, helicopters and space defense of USA. While her mother was an alcoholic, drug addict and cheater screwing with 3 men at the SAME TIME -all holes, but I loved her.
      She asked for the divorce, saying, her Rachel can have different father every day, just to gain freedom for her screwing around! I have all this recorded on 4 tapes, and her mom Gail was very afraid, if I would show this to Rachel, why she does not have her real daddy in her life! Rachel was just thrown to the babysitters every weekend, mother being drunk, drugged & f…d by many guys!
      You do not need to read this BS Rachel writes publicly lies about me, but read something else.
      Her mother just NEVER wanted her to meet with me, being afraid, I would play proof to her.

      I just defend my reputation publicly (she started w/lies), as being best father, she would ever have. I got married to stay married, not to have a divorce. And I was taking good care of my Rachel and family otherwise she would serve min 24 yrs jail time!.
      If, I would not take such a care, Rachel would be serving min 24 yrs jail sentence, for her stupidity, not serving only one yr army boot camp. This tells you enough….
      This is coming from her great perfect biological daddy, with fine new family: one son MD and the other the lawyer. This public lies about me hurt my respect and pride. I did more than enough for my Rachel with my love, never smacked her or argued with her, and I did never called her a “Little Shit” as her step father Roger Taft did, as she is describing in her “sad” story about…. I just do not deserve such a PUBLIC humiliation by her !
      Do not put attention to this, just read something else on FB!

  • Your dad sounds like a wonderful man! I am sorry that you didn’t get enough time with him. In my experience the memories fade in time, but the love in your heart never does.

  • Miss ALK

    What a raw and honest blog post! So incredible to learn more about your past and your story. I will be thinking of you on this Father’s Day! I am grateful you had such a wonderful guy in your life for the years that you did. <3 Sending love!

    xoxo A
    http://www.southernbelleintraining.com

    • Thank you! And I definitely feel grateful too, even if it was just for a few years <3

  • Sydney Power

    Okay reading this at the office was not my smartest move, the tears are flowing. I only want to send my heart to anyone fatherless. I feel blessed to have my dad around still and he is my hero he is my everything. I can’t tell you how special this post will be for others who struggle

  • Adriana

    Oh Rachel, I am sitting here with tears rolling down my face! This was so beautifully written – I am so sorry for all that you’ve gone through and the loss you’ve faced. I can tell what a truly strong and beautiful woman you are and if I didn’t know you before reading this, I still would think the same. To be blunt, cancer SUCKS. It took my grandfather so quickly in the end of 2014 and it’s never easy on anyone in the family.

    For anyone whose dealing with the loss of their father that reads this, I can guarantee it’ll give them some peace of mind and make them feel like they are NOT alone! You are amazing and I know that your dad is watching over you – and is so proud of you for the person you are today and for all of the incredible things you’re doing! xoxoxoxo

    • Awe <3 Thank you so much <3

    • Anton Ritlop

      The best Rachels dad me, is stil alive.
      I was not awful biological father, but wonderful man designing USA military airplane fighters, bombers, helicopters and space defense of USA. While her mother was an alcoholic, drug addict and cheater screwing with 3 men at the SAME TIME -all holes, but I loved her.
      She asked for the divorce, saying, her Rachel can have different father every day, just to gain freedom for her screwing around! I have all this recorded on 4 tapes, and her mom Gail was very afraid, if I would show this to Rachel, why she does not have her real daddy in her life! Rachel was just thrown to the babysitters every weekend, mother being drunk, drugged & f…d by many guys!
      You do not need to read this BS Rachel writes publicly lies about me, but read something else.
      Her mother just NEVER wanted her to meet with me, being afraid, I would play proof to her.

      I just defend my reputation publicly (she started w/lies), as being best father, she would ever have. I got married to stay married, not to have a divorce And I was taking good care of my Rachel and family otherwise she would serve min 24 yrs jail time!.
      If I would not take such a care, Rachel would be serving min 24 yrs jail sentence, for her stupidity, not serving only one yr army boot camp. This tells you enough….
      From her great perfect biological daddy, with fine new family: one son MD and the other the lawyer. This public lies about me hurt my respect and pride. I did more than enough for my Rachel with my love, never smacked her or argued with her, and I did never called her a “Little Shit” as her step father Roger Taft did, as she is describing in her “sad” story about….
      Do not put attention to this, just read something else on FB!

  • I know I texted you this already, but THIS. Tears. So many tears.

    Endless lovelovelove for you, R. <3333

  • I’m so sorry for your loss. I can’t imagine how hard it is to lose a parent. I’m also excited I found your blog, and I’m going to go around and explore it some more now.

  • Oh, Rachel. I’m sitting here in my living room with tears pouring down my face for you. What a beautiful tribute to your dad. He sounds like he was a truly amazing man– and still is! Look at how near to you he still is! Thank you for sharing your vulnerability. Many people are going to be impacted by it <3

  • Bella Bucchiotti

    I really loved reading this. Gosh, I just feel gushy now. Thanks for the honest and heart felt post. That is what fathers day is all about.

  • Thank you for sharing such this deeply personal piece of your life. Your dad sounds like an amazing man who is still with you today. Sending you lots of love this weekend!

  • Lauren Norton

    Thank you for sharing this, Rachel. I know it’s not easy to be vulnerable – in everyday public life but also on the internet for strangers to see. You write so beautifully – whether it’s your how-to posts, financial advice posts, or vulnerable ones – you are a very talented writer and I’m sure your dad would be proud. He sounds like an amazing guy and I’m so glad you got to have the time you did with him – although I do wish it was longer.
    I’m so sorry you had to experience that pain, hurt, anger, and sadness. I don’t wish that upon anyone. But try to take heart in knowing this post will bring a world of comfort to someone going through the same thing. I know it doesn’t make it worth it, but I admire you using your story to help others with theirs.
    As I’ve said before, you are an inspiration to me. You are fabulous. Thank you for sharing.
    xoxo Lauren | Glitter & Grandeur

    • Awe thank you so much Lauren!! You have tears welling up in my eyes with your kind words <3 <3 <3

    • Anton Ritlop

      I was not awful biological father, but wonderful man designing USA military airplane fighters, bombers, helicopters and space defense of USA. While her mother was an alcoholic, drug addict and cheater screwing with 3 men at the SAME TIME -all holes, but I loved her.
      She asked for the divorce, saying, her Rachel can have different father every day, just to gain freedom for her screwing around! I have all this recorded on 4 tapes, and her mom Gail was very afraid, if I would show this to Rachel, why she does not have her real daddy in her life! Rachel was just thrown to the babysitters every weekend, mother being drunk, drugged & f…d by many guys!
      You do not need to read this BS Rachel writes publicly lies about me, but read something else.
      Her mother just NEVER wanted her to meet with me, being afraid, I would play proof to her.

      I just defend my reputation publicly (she started w/lies), as being best father, she would ever have. I got married to stay married, not to have a divorce And I was taking good care of my Rachel and family otherwise she would serve min 24 yrs jail time!.
      If I would not take such a care, Rachel would be serving min 24 yrs jail sentence, for her stupidity, not serving only one yr army boot camp. This tells you enough….
      From her great perfect biological daddy, with fine new family: one son MD and the other the lawyer. This public lies about me hurt my respect and pride. I did more than enough for my Rachel with my love, never smacked her or argued with her, and I did never called her a “Little Shit” as her step father Roger Taft did, as she is describing in her “sad” story about….
      Do not put attention to this, just read something else on FB! Real Daddy Anton Ritlop

  • Nikki Leigh

    The best posts are the most personal posts. Your Dad sounds like he was an amazing man. Until the age of 10 I had no idea who my father was so I can relate somewhat.

    • Definitely sounds like you can <3 Hope you guys have a good relationship today <3 <3

  • Amanda Tudosa

    What beautiful words. Thank you for sharing your heart and for the words of wisdom and encouragement! Your dad sounds like a wonderful person who has a great impact on who you are!❤️

    • Thank you!

    • Anton Ritlop

      Yes, there are beautifull words full of lies!!
      You people read and really believe anything! I am the best biological father she ever had, and played with , until age of 7 ,until her mother totally derailed in alcohol, drugs and screwing all the guys who wanted her….!
      I was not awful biological father, but wonderful man, designing USA military airplane fighters, bombers, helicopters and space defense of USA. While her mother was an alcoholic, drug addict and cheater screwing with 3 men at the SAME TIME -all holes, but I loved her.
      She asked for the divorce, saying, her Rachel can have different father every day, just to gain freedom for her screwing around! I have all this recorded on 4 tapes, and her mom Gail was very afraid, if I would show this to Rachel, why she does not have her real daddy in her life! Rachel was just thrown to the babysitters every weekend, mother being drunk, drugged & f…d by many guys!
      You do not need to read this BS Rachel writes publicly lies about me, but read something else.
      Her mother just NEVER wanted her to meet with me, being afraid, I would play proof to her.

      I just defend my reputation publicly (she started w/lies), as being best father, she would ever have. I got married to stay married, not to have a divorce. And I was taking good care of my Rachel and family otherwise she would serve min 24 yrs jail time!.
      If, I would not take such a care, Rachel would be serving min 24 yrs jail sentence, for her stupidity, not serving only one yr army boot camp. This tells you enough….
      This is coming from her great perfect biological daddy, with fine new family: one son MD and the other the lawyer. This public lies about me hurt my respect and pride. I did more than enough for my Rachel with my love, never smacked her or argued with her, and I did never called her a “Little Shit” as her step father Roger Taft did, as she is describing in her “sad” story about…. I just do not deserve such a PUBLIC humiliation by her !
      Do not put attention to this, just read something else on FB!

  • GIRL my eyes teared up halfway into this post! This is beautiful! Thanks for sharing.

  • This is amazing!!! I lost my dad to cancer last year, and this is the 2nd Father’s Day without him 😭 It’s SO hard. I felt so much comfort while reading this. Thank you for sharing!!!

  • Anna Hubbard

    Rachel, this post made me tear up so much. It honestly reminded me of my mom because she also considers her (now-late) step dad to be her actual dad because her biological one is so awful. This was a beautifully written post and it must have taken so much to share this with the world. Your dad sounds like a truly wonderful man and I’m so sorry for your loss.

    • Awe I am so sorry your mom had to go through all of that too. And thank you for your kind words and support Anna <3

    • Anton Ritlop

      I was not awful biological father, but wonderful man designing USA military airplane fighters, bombers, helicopters and space defense of USA. While her mother was an alcoholic, drug addict and cheater screwing with 3 men at the SAME TIME -all holes, but I loved her.
      She asked for the divorce, saying, her Rachel can have different father every day, just to gain freedom for her screwing around! I have all this recorded on 4 tapes, and her mom Gail was very afraid, if I would show this to Rachel, why she does not have her real daddy in her life! Rachel was just thrown to the babysitters every weekend, mother being drunk, drugged & f…d by many guys!
      You do not need to read this BS Rachel writes publicly lies about me, but read something else.
      Her mother just NEVER wanted her to meet with me, being afraid, I would play proof to her.

      I just defend my reputation publicly (she started w/lies), as being best father, she would ever have. I got married to stay married, not to have a divorce And I was taking good care of my Rachel and family otherwise she would serve min 24 yrs jail time!.
      If I would not take such a care, Rachel would be serving min 24 yrs jail sentence, for her stupidity, not serving only one yr army boot camp. This tells you enough….
      From her great perfect biological daddy, with fine new family: one son MD and the other the lawyer. This public lies about me hurt my respect and pride. I did more than enough for my Rachel with my love, never smacked her or argued with her, and I did never called her a “Little Shit” as her step father Roger Taft did, as she is describing in her “sad” story about….
      Do not put attention to this, just read something else on FB!

  • Thank you for sharing your story and I just want to say that you are SO STRONG <3 Losing a parent is the hardest thing I've ever had to go through and that pain never really "goes away". I've learned that remember all of the good times I had with my father have helped me get through those days when I'm feeling sad or angry. Sending you lots of hugs <3

    • Awe thanks Kristen! So are you! Sending you lots of love <3

  • Thank you for sharing this. I’ve been without my father pretty much my whole life. He passed away in a minion accident when i was a kid. This post is beautiful! It made me teary-eyed.

    • Thank you Ashlyn! So sorry you had to experience that loss also at such a young age <3

  • I’m sitting here crying like a baby. This is so beautiful, thank you for sharing! <3

  • Mira MindOverLatte

    It is such a heart-warming post. It made me appreciate my dad more. You are so open and genuine.

  • Next Level Blogging

    What a great post! Thanks for digging deep and sharing your pain, that takes courage as a blogger, especially if it’s not your usual style.

  • Merel van Poorten

    What an emotional story. You dad seemed like a really cool guy.
    Sending you lots of hearts!

    X Merel
    http://www.andathousandwords.com

  • thesophiadiaries

    It is very kind of you to share such a personal story with us <3 I couldn't agree with you more: family is who is there fore you. Thank you for sharing!

  • Elizabeth Johnson

    I am crying as I type this…you are incredibly brave for sharing this. You are right, loss is not easy. I wish I could give you a hug right now. Thank you for sharing your heart.

  • What a wonderful man to have as a father! All the hugs today, as I’m sure you’re missing him.

    Molly // Miss Molly Moon

  • Lauren Falardeau Pariseau

    Someone once told me, “you’re brace for sharing personal writing.” It’s so hard to get it out there but it’s so good. Thank you for sharing your story. He sounds like a great man, you must be missing him so much today. Sending hugs through the internet!

  • R this is so beautiful. The last time I lost someone was when I was really little so I don’t remember much. However this post made me feel all the things and I’m sending you infinite hugs!! And know your dad is always with you in spirit (:

  • Rachel this is so well written and so sweet. Losing someone is so hard and the fact that you still celebrate in your own way is beautiful.

  • I lost my dad when I was on 13 on September 11, 1999. He was sick for over a year before that. He had brain cancer – one of the worst and most aggressive types. He’ll be gone 18 years this fall. Sending hugs to you!

    • Ugh I am so sorry Whitney! I know how tough that is… My dad was actually on his way to the towers that morning <3 Sending lots of hugs and love to you too!

  • Carly Ned

    This post brought up so many emotions. Thank you for sharing this with us, truly. I know it probably took a lot and I admire you for that. Your Dad sounded like a true hero for you and I can just tell how much you appreciated him.

    • Awe thank you so much for your kind words Carly <3

  • Thank you for sharing this story, Rachel. I’m sure it wasn’t easy to sit down and write this but I’m so glad you did. It takes a lot of courage to share such a story with us. Cancer is such a horrible disease that has been in my family multiple times. I’m so sorry that you have had to go through this. <3 <3

  • Elly Leavitt

    Rachel, I loved reading this! thanks for sharing your story and reminding us to be thankful for what we have – it was so well-written and your dad seemed like a really great guy. All the love bb xxxx

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