恪守一生的承諾

In a world where so many lives are being torn apart by divorces and heartaches， comes a story of a father and a daughter， and a promise that was kept.

My father was not a sentimental man. I don’t remember him ever “ooohhing” or “ahhing” over something I made as a child. Don’t get me wrong； I knew that my dad loved me， but getting all mushy-eyed was not his thing. I learned that he showed me love in other ways.

There was one particular time in my life when this became real to me…

I always believed that my parents had a good marriage， but just before I， the youngest of four children， turned sixteen， my belief was sorely tested. My father， who used to share in the chores around the house， gradually started becoming despondent. From the time he came home from his job at the factory to the time he went to bed， he hardly spoke a word to my mom or us kids. The strain on my mom and dad’s relationship was very evident. However， I was not prepared for the day that Mom sat my siblings and me down and told us that Dad had decided to leave. All that I could think of was that I was going to become a product of a divorced family. It was something I never thought possible， and it grieved me greatly. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t going to happen， and I went totally numb when I knew my dad was really leaving. The night before he left， I stayed up in my room for a long time. I prayed and I cried and I wrote a long letter to my dad. I told him how much I loved him and how much I would miss him. I told him that I was praying for him and wanted him to know that， no matter what， Jesus and I loved him. I told him that I would always and forever be his Krissie...his Noodles. As I folded my note， I stuck in a picture of me with a saying I had always heard： “Anyone can be a father， but it takes someone special to be a daddy.”

Early the next morning， as my dad left our house， I sneaked out to the car and slipped my letter into one of his bags.

Two weeks went by with hardly a word from my father. Then， one afternoon， I came home from school to find my mom sitting at the dining room table waiting to talk to me. I could see in her eyes that she had been crying. She told me that Dad had been there and that they had talked for a long time. They decided that there were things that the both of them could and would change and that their marriage was worth saving. Mom then turned her focus to my eyes.

“Kristi， Dad told me that you wrote him a letter. Can I ask what you wrote to him？”

I found it hard to share with my mom what I had written from my heart to my dad. I mumbled a few words and shrugged.

Mom said， “Well， Dad said that when he read your letter， it made him cry. It meant a lot to him and I have hardly ever seen your dad cry. After he read your letter， he called to ask if he could come over to talk. Whatever you said really made a difference to your dad.”

A few days later my dad was back， this time to stay. We never talked about the letter， my dad and I. I guess I always figured that it was something that was a secret between us.

My parents went on to be married a total of thirty six years before my dad’s early death at the age of fifty three cut short their lives together. In the last sixteen years of my parent’s marriage， I and all those who knew my mom and dad， witnessed one of the truly “great” marriages. Their love grew stronger every day， and my heart swelled with pride as I saw them grow closer together.

When Mom and Dad received the news from the doctor that his heart was deteriorating rapidly， they took it hand in hand， side by side， all the way.

After Dad’s death， we had the most unpleasant task of going through his things. I have never liked this task and opted to run errands so I did not have to be there while most of the things were divided and boxed up.

When I got back from my errand， my brother said， “Kristi， Mom said to give this to you. She said you would know what it meant.” As I looked down into his outstretched hand， it was then that I knew the impact of my letter that day so long ago. In my brother’s hand was my picture that I had given my dad that day. My unsentimental dad， who never let his emotions get the best of him； my dad， who almost never outwardly showed his love for me， had kept the one thing that meant so much to him and me. I sat down and the tears began to flow， tears that I thought had dried up from the grief of his death but that had now found new life as I realized what I had meant to him. Mom told me that Dad kept both the picture and that letter his whole life. I have a box in my home that I call the “Dad box”. In it are so many things that remind me of my dad. I pull that picture out every once in a while and remember. I remember a promise that was made many years ago between a young man and his bride on their wedding day， and I remember the unspoken promise that was made between a father and his daughter.

A promise kept.

現今，離婚和關系破裂粉碎了無數人的人生，然而在這樣的一個時世，有著這么一個關于一對父女信守承諾的故事。

我父親不善表露感情。我記得在我小時候，他從來不為我做的任何事情而發出“噢噢噢”或者“啊啊啊”之類的感嘆。不要誤會我的意思；我知道我父親是愛我的，但是將感情外露不是他的性格。我知道他通過其他方式表達對我的愛。

在我的人生中，只有這么一回讓我感受到他的愛是如此的真實……

第二天早上，我趁父親走出房子的時候，偷偷溜到小汽車里，把這封信放進他其中的一個背包里。

兩個星期過去了，父親幾乎音信全無。然后，一天下午，我放學回家后看到母親坐在飯廳的餐桌旁，等著跟我談一談。我從她的眼睛可以看出她剛哭過。她告訴我父親曾經來過，還和她談了好久。他們認為，他們之間有很多地方可以改善，并且在將來也會得到改善，而且他們的婚姻值得挽救。然后媽媽把目光轉過來，望著我的眼睛。

“克莉絲汀，你爸告訴我說你給他寫了一封信。我可以知道你寫了些什么嗎？”

我所寫的都是想對父親說的肺腑之言，這些言語我很難向母親啟齒。所以我只是含糊地說了幾句，然后聳聳肩。

母親說：“嗯，你爸說，他讀你的信讀到哭了。這封信對他很有意義，而我幾乎沒見過你爸哭。他讀完你的信之后，打電話來問我可不可以談一談。你的話真的對他影響很大。

幾天后，父親回家了，這次他不走了。父親和我之后再沒提起過這封信。