Envelope Me

There's something about a hug from your dad. It's different from any other hug you will ever receive. There's no questions in that hug, only answers. There's never an ulterior motive, and it always seems to come at just the right time.

My dad gave the best hugs.

He was a big guy...6'5", 250 lbs and yet he had such a gentle quiet spirit. He could envelope me like no man in my life has ever been able to do, both physically and emotionally. He made me feel safe. He made me feel secure. He could wrap me in his arms and all the worries and fears would cease to exist. Maybe only temporarily, but for those few seconds when he held me close, everything was alright. For that moment, I didn't have to be the strong one. I could be weak in his arms.

Now that my dad is gone, I wonder if I will ever find someone who will be that strength I need in my times of weakness. Someone who will gather me in his arms and tell me everything is going to be alright, even if we both know it's not. Someone who can, for once, make me feel small and feminine.

I miss my dad and his hugs.