When I was younger I saw my Daddy cry and curse at the wind.

Coming to terms with the mortality of your idol is hard. It hurts to imagine the person you hold so much faith in becoming tarnished by life, slowly losing their independence. Coming to terms with the fact that they can be broken, they can be overcome and they can be knocked down is like the end of being a child, growing up and realising that even the mighty will one day fall. My father is my role model, he is everything that I want to be, he is the greatest man I have and will ever know. When girls say they are best friends with a parent it is usually their mother. My mother and I are very close but we have different personalities. My father and I are quite similar, I tell him everything, he almost always returns that trust but lately he's been quieter than normal which means near silence. Though we don't often have outright conversations with lavish linguistics, we tend to know what the other is thinking. I don't know whether the change is because I am getting older or whether things are worse than I imagined. I guess I'm just very worried about the stable person in my life and I want all these tests to come back with good results. I'm still my Daddy's little girl and I don't want anything bad to happen.