Well, today is Father's Day, so I figure it makes sense to talk about the first man in my life, my dad, Ronald Hawkins. All of my life, I've been told that I look like him, and I think it's an interesting "coincidence" that my middle name is Rona (presumably short for Ronald), because I have taken on many of my father's traits as well as his looks and his metabolism. To say that our relationship has been less than conventional would be an understatement. As with any relationship, it's come with its challenges. But while we haven't always agreed or even been very close or communicative, I know that my dad did the very best that he could with the adversities that he had to work through. As we have both grown in this thing called Life, we have become closer and learned to communicate much better.
My dad is intelligent, creative, resourceful, and always willing to lend a helping hand. And anyone who knows me knows that I am the same way. Though things haven't always been rosy, I love this guy. He has his own way of communicating and showing things, but I'm glad to know that he loves me too and that he does much to take care of me. I remember one of the many times that I had car troubles. I was leaving UVA in Charlottesville with all my stuff in the car, and just outside of CVille, a tire blew. Dad had to get off work, find a part to get the tire off, drive to CVille (a good hour and change from where we lived), and come change the tire in the rain. It's moments like that when I know that my dad loves me and that I can count myself one lucky girl.
So to my dad and every dad who makes a choice to do more than just make a child, thanks. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed.
Dad, I love you. :)
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