as a daughter i had a very difficult time with my father . For many years i looked up to him , was in awe of him and always felt that i had somehow let him down . If it wasn't for my father and the way i had been brought up, i would never have had the privliage of being introduced to so much culture. we shared a love of classical music , art, museums, reading all the things that made me terribley unpopular at school.
as a teenager i rebelled, refusing to listen to him even disliking what he stood for and running from what he had shared with me.
now though when he isn't here the moments that we had , listening to opera, walking round the Tate gallery in london and immersing ourselves in the arts are the ones that i treasure. now as a daughter i can look back and thank him quietly for what we shared and what he taught me when he was alive.
Thank you Abby for writing this and posting it on your own space. Your dad sounds like a good man who taught his daughter some good lessons.
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