parents
The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
My Dad Is Still Here, But He Is Wearing a Disguise; He Is Wearing the Mask of Cancer
Growing up I was a Daddy's Girl all the way. We did everything together. Wether it was dancing to the nutcracker or having tea parties, my dad did it. He would do anything to put a smile on my face. Once a week, before dropping me off at daycare, he would take me to Krispy Kreme Donuts. It was like our special thing because he didn't do that with my bothers. He was not only my dad, he was my best friend, my hero.
By Clair Rhodes8 years ago in Families
My Dad
Carl Emil Mortenson IV 12/14/1969-03/05/2012 It's hard. I still think about him every day, I still have dreams about him, and I still miss him. Does it get easier? For the most part. Except on days where I'm having a rough day, or I'm not doing enough to keep my mind occupied.
By Dakota Mortenson8 years ago in Families
A Letter to My 'Dad'
Dear Dad, I would like to thank you. Thank you for coming into my mom's life and making her so very happy. Thank you for staying despite how much I tested you. Thank you for being there for every happy and wonderful moment in my life. Thank you for being there when I have hit rock bottom and thought I couldn't continue. Thank you for believing in me, even when I didn't believe in myself. Thank you for telling me when I have screwed up. Thank you for listening when I have needed a friend. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for being an amazing Pap Pap to Arianna and Alex. And most of all, thank you for loving us as though we are yours.
By Bekah Milstead8 years ago in Families
Because We Love You
When I was younger, I learned to be ashamed of everything. I was always “too nervous”, “too quiet”, too ME. At the time I never fully understood why I couldn’t sit still no matter how hard I willed myself to. I couldn’t concentrate in class, and that made me a bad child, because I would finish my workbooks before everyone else and doodle in my binder.
By Jesse Lee-Young8 years ago in Families











