To my dad.

I'm blogging this from my phone. From camp. And I'm only doing this because I know very well what kind of person I am. I know I'm definitely not going to blog when I get home at least.

I'm doing this because I need to tell someone how much my dad means to me. I've never told him, and I think I might never have the courage to tell him even if I was given a chance to. So I'm doing the cowardly thing and blogging about it.

He just told me that he might be going somewhere else. I can't say much about it because of our employer. But it's going to be on the other side of the island and trust me when I say that I don't want him to go not because I'm remaining at his current workplace.

I don't want him to go because he drives a weekend car and he'll have to leave the house early and come back later. Which means I get to see less of him. I want to be able to spend more time with my dad, even if we don't do much besides staring at the television.

I owe him too much to possibly list it out in a single post. But maybe it isn't about the number of things he's done for me, but what it all adds up to. My dad is dead set on making me a better person.

I know that he is a good person and an excellent father. Too many relatives have told my mum what a great husband he is. And now that I am at his workplace, I hear of even more people telling me the same thing. I would like to think that the position I am in now was granted to me because he has proven himself time and time again to be a true and loyal friend and that his friends are simply doing him a favour.

Despite all the protocols of the army and the rigidity of rank, my dad still remains my dad. While I might avoid calling him Sir, he still watches over me as any father would. Not in the workplace context, but the way every father watches over his child when he or she is stumbling into unknown territory.

I hope someday I can fill his shoes. They will be very large shoes to fill. I have the feeling that I will have to start soon because he certainly isn't getting any younger. And he isn't as fit as before, which means his worth to the service is diminishing. I want to do a good job where I am to show all his friends that he brought me up the right way. And I sincerely hope that I can be that capable.

I love you, Dad.