I Love My Dad

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This has been a tumultuous year.
Scary, challenging, exhausting, fun, exciting, and in true Tyrrell style, never dull.
But of all the things that this year has comprised of, the biggest and most obvious has been learning.
Learning about myself, about others, about trust and expectations, about life, and about family.
I learnt that my dreams might not come true, as much as i want them, but learning to deal with that is so much more rewarding than having everything work perfectly.
Before I went away, I didn’t really have a releationship with my Dad.
and the little interaction we had was mostly yelling and fighting.
I remember before I flew we had a massive argument, one of the last things I said was, I can’t wait to get away from you, and he said he couldn’t wait for me to leave.
It’s amazing that my dreams were shattered and the only thing I could hope for was a hug from my dad.
It took tragedy to connect with him.
And in the past 9 months we have become so close.
He was my teacher at tafe and my mentor at the caves.
he became a close friend.
Why is it that we have to hit tragedy before we can appreciate what we have?
I often complain about my life and not having enough, or not having what i want.
But I have been blessed with a great family, some great friends, and with trouble (yes trouble is a blessing).
But the biggest thing I have learnt is that I Love My Dad.

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