My dad is bald, bold & beautiful.

My dad is an inspiration to me, such a huge part of my own identity. Always there for me, encouraging, loving. He was a feminist before I was and when I do the tough things in life I am aware that it’s his influence I am leaning on. Also, my father is dying. I'm trying to fill every moment of these last few months with things that will give him joy. I can never repay what he has done for me.

My dad is the hardest working person I know. He owns a business and works full days, but was still always there to pack our lunch for school, drive us, fix everything around the house and keep up his own hobbies. He does it all - he’s the best.

My dad is a sensitive and loving soul who gifted me his curly hair, stubbornness, perfectionism and the amazing ability to empathize and show others kindness. He has supported me through my struggles with depression, anxiety and anorexia. I am grateful for his love every day.

My dad is not who he used to be. A lifetime of disappointments wore him down to a shell of a human.

My dad is the best to stay up late with and watch TV, especially thanks to his afternoon/evening nap.

My dad is a complete square but he has always been there and has always taken care of business.

My dad is my most favorite human. No lie. I’m married and I love my mom and sister and husband and so many other people. But I don't love anyone as much as my dad.

My dad is someone I admire the most. He’s by far one of my best friends and I'm so grateful and lucky that he's my dad!

My dad is my best friend! He always helped me and helps me no matters what, always tells me his opinion, always advise me, always hear me. He is my biggest idol. I love him! I’m already looking forward when I will be such a father like him to my son !

My dad is the most selfish person I know who is never there for his children. Whenever I try to tell him about my life he shows so little interest and is only concerned if something will benefit him.

My dad is the one who always answered his horse-crazed daughter’s question "Would you let a horse in our living room?" with an enthusiastic "Of course!!". Charming, handsome, witty, smart...I miss him everyday.

My dad is stubborn, with the worst dad humor and dad shorts, but he is also the one who taught me how to love unconditionally and with a full heart.

My dad is a person that I admire the wisdom and humor of. He’s one the most subtly funny people I know.

My dad is estranged from me for two years. He has never said why.

My dad is a pathological liar and a manipulative narcissist. He will say whatever he needs to get whatever he wants and only feels remorse when he feels the sting of his own discontent. He’s stolen from 3 wives, abandoned and threatened his children, and I still feel compelled to love him.

My dad is an artist. Extremely caring and loving. Very overprotective. Someone I love deeply. Someone I see myself in.

My dad is the strongest man I know. He took the role of a single parent after my mother left due to a gambling problem when I was 4. I think of how scary that must have been to him - raising a girl and having to help guide her through life and through things he knew nothing about. Thankfully, he’s been the best parent I could ask for. Balancing work, taking me out each weekend to hike or visit the aquarium, talking me through crushes, insecurities, failures, successes - and at 27 I can still call him up looking for advice. He also brings me a Kit Kat every time I see him because it was my favourite chocolate bar as a kid.

My dad is the only person who doesn’t judge me, and who loves me unconditionally. now he has a new wife and a new life. I miss my daddy.

My dad is oblivious to everything bad (and good) that has ever happened to me.

My dad is a man with no desire to travel due to a fear of airplanes. He has lived in the same small town for his entire 50 something years of life.

My dad is cheerful but troubled. Sometimes a lost soul, sometimes just a simple man loving his kids, wife and cat. I used to be very judgemental of his life choices when I was younger, but as I understand life more, I’m getting closer to understanding him too. All I know is that everyone's different and they experience life in their personal ways we can't understand from our point of view. He loves me a lot, can't always express it very well but it's always there in his eyes. Dad, I love you too.

My dad is one of the most charming men I ever met and still I remember that during my childhood I always wondered if he has drunk when he came home from work. Some memories won’t fade.

My dad is brilliant and the smartest person I know. He is better than me at everything, even the things I am passionate about and consider myself to be good at. So needless to say I’m calling him for advice for all my random questions and sometimes it annoys him but he helps me with everything and I consider him my best friend. I hope he knows that I love him because I am somehow not able to say it out loud.

My dad is no longer with us, he passed on a month ago from lung cancer. It happened pretty fast, we found out in August that he had stage 4 lung cancer, there was not much we could do. My Dad was a very flawed human being. When I was young he was an alcoholic, abusive (verbally & sometimes physically) and emotionally distant. I don’t have many good memories involving him from my childhood. He did get sober when I was 16 and never drank again, he was a much more pleasant person after he sobered up but I never felt close to him. I accept that he was a flawed person just trying to do his best, I forgive him for all of the bad times. RIP Dad, love you.

My dad is old, it has been some time since I noticed he was aging and it’s a beautiful yet sad thing to see him becoming fragile and sensitive and lighter, his hair, his arms, his skin everything has a different touch now, a softer one

My dad is very proud of everything he has ever done - even the bad things. I don’t understand him at all...

My dad is someone whom I could still be a kid with even if I’m an adult. He's gone now but there's not a day where I miss him.

My dad is human, good and bad, but in the end he’s my dad and taught some (and maybe most) of the most important things in life.

My dad is the only one who gets up to open the door after his daughter come home at 6am and she doesn’t bring the keys :)

My dad is strong, kind and loves his daughters fiercely....even if he doesn’t always know how to show it.

My dad is unable to tell me he loves me, or show any physical affection, but somehow he still finds ways to let me know he cares.

My dad is a legend and an AMAZING Grandfather, oh and a pretty decent pilot ;)

My dad is a man who demanded my mom get an abortion because he suspected I was a girl. He was fine with my older brother. My mom left him and he went on to have and raise two more daughters with someone else. My step dad had to leave because he molested me. I did not have a good reference for dads until my husband and I had my son...he is my Partner and he is all in.

My dad is unique and caring. Makes me laugh at times

My dad is a shadow of what he used to be, mainly because of several health problems. It breaks my heart. I try to hold on to the image of the strong, smart, hard-working, skillful, active and righteous man he once was.

My dad is the reason I’ve grown up so quickly. I will always love him for his intelligence and humor, respect him for his ability to provide. But his hidden addiction stole my childhood. It left me feeling betrayed, confused, and with a sadness and pain that I never imagined could be possible. I haven't learned to forgive but I've gotten better at forgetting. My thoughts always drift to fear that what he's done and my inability to move past it will leave more than a temporary scar. I don't even want an oblivious relationship back, I want the impossible - whoever my dad was before he became this.

My dad is amazing and not so amazing at the same time. He loves me and worries for me -- but maybe a bit to much. He is proud of me, but scared to show it, because of what society might say. He’s at odds with himself, but I owe him my life.

My dad is someone who would buy me numerous jackets for all seasons even if he just had one at my age.

My dad is so quiet that sometimes even I can’t hear what he thinks.

My dad is the most selfless person I know. He has sacrificed alot for me and has the world’s responsibility on his shoulders. His love for mummy makes me treasure him even more and want to have such love in future. He is always so supportive of my decisions. i love you daddy

My dad is tattooed on my right shoulder. What he taught me is tattooed on my right wrist. Whenever I get frustrated or lose hope in someone or myself, I look at my wrist, and it says "faith." After he passed away 8 years ago, I found out I was his password, and considering what a rebellious a**hole, I was, and the dumb decisions I was still making relationship-wise when he died, that little secret showed his faith in me more than anything. When I see him again, I hope I will have proved his faith in me had reason.

My dad is two people in one. Very stern, analytical and sometimes hard to connect with, while also able to crack up for 5 minutes straight about a Seinfeld episode.

My dad is irresponsible. Selfish. Controlling. Critical. Manipulative. Unreliable. Untrustworthy. Absent. A parasite. A child. A liar. And I feel bad for writing that. He’s kind of funny, though. It's hard to forgive him. I don't think I can right now. Maybe when I'm a mature person, if that ever occurs. At least he's been present throughout parts of my life, although distant and absent.

My dad is no longer my dad. After a life-changing experience, he became everything but that. I used to be daddy’s girl. Now we are strangers. How do these things even happen?

My dad is a weird, funny and hard working man. He would do anything for our family.

My dad is the best thing that happened to me in life. He was my rock, my inspiration, my motivator and a unique source of unconditional love. His spirit is somewhere in the universe blessing anything and everything it encounters.

My dad is the best thing that happened to me in life. He was my rock, my inspiration, my motivator and an ever abundant source of unconditional love. His spirit is somewhere in this vast universe, blessing everything and anything it encounters.

My dad is my Avengers.

My dad is gone.

My dad is the sweetest, loving, humorous guy. He always puts others before himself without considering the effects it will have on his own self esteem and personality, and occasionally it worries me for his own sanity.

My dad is a hard worker, a cancer fighter, a frugal saver but shopaholic deal-finder, a snack food lover, an animal lover, and many more things; but most importantly, my dad is a god damn hero.

My dad is a clingy dad, he is so clingy that he thinks I can’t make it out there. He likes to offer money but I don't want to. My dad is a clingy dad and I think he should trust me too. He's not a bad dad, he's only trying protecting me. But sometimes, I think he should let me experience what he is trying to protect me from.

My dad is one of the best men i have ever met. He is not particularly articulate, but he is affectionate and loving. He is hardworking and strong, but he always tried to find the balance between working to provide for his family and being present with us. He never missed a single event that was important to us, and he is finally getting to take some time for himself and my mom as he starts his own business doing what he is great at. He works hard every day to not become the grumpy and overworked men his father and brother(s) are. He taught me to not take myself or anyone too seriously, and that is one of his many great gifts to me.

My dad is the man who got me through my first period. The man who loved me unconditionally. The man who taught me to find beauty in life. The man who was always smiling...He is also the man who first broke my heart when he left me at the age of thirteen. The man who showed me that no matter how much someone loves you, they are capable of abandoning you. My dad is the reason I have trust issues.

My dad is supposedly in West Virginia. I’ve never met him. I tried to have a relationship with him, starting with some phone conversations, when I was in college but it ended badly. I think I'm better off without him, but there's always a sliver of curiosity about having never physically ever seen the other person who contributed to your birth. But I don't lose sleep over it anymore.

My dad is a lying, drunk, and probably wishing he had contact with me.

My dad is opinionated, strict and set in his ways. He doesn’t know the meaning of emotional intelligence which can be hurtful. He is my father. I love him.

My dad is alone with me for few days, mum is traveling into the Alpes french mountains. We eat pizzas and almost do nothing. I guess we’ll not push the washing machin "START" button till mum will be back home. He also tels me "two singles men in the same roof for few days".

My dad is awesome!

My dad is someone who only ever made me two promises. 1) He would try to never make promises he could not keep 2) He would never refuse to buy me a book. He’s held up amazingly on both.

My dad is the strongest, funniest and best role model I could possible have. His kindness extends to all that surround him and I know I’ll never be as awesome as him...but he makes trying worthwhile.

My dad is a stubborn man, not a good example for management finance, sometimes he become the funniest dad. And, no matter what, he’s still my dad 'till the end of my life.

My dad is an asshole.

My dad is watching me from above. There’s been many moments in the past few years where I wish I could ask him for a recipe to a dish he perfected, go car shopping with him for the first time, and just listen to all his childhood stories in Cambodia while we sat and people-watched at the mall. He fled as a refugee and always reminisced about going home. He never stopped searching for his family through his entire lifetime, and only fell short. We learned that he was the last of his immediate family that was around at his funeral. I made a promise that I'd someday bring him home to Cambodia. I miss him every day.

My dad is the one person I’m equally scared of and LOVE at the same time-- he loves me unconditionally but knows all of my faults.

My dad is my hero, he has the biggest heart. He is also one of the smartest and funniest people I know.

My dad is probably the best thing which has ever happened to me :)

My dad is the most amazing person on earth!

My dad is the hardest working person I know. He is kind and funny and I really miss seeing him every day. I wish we lived closer and that he was healthier.

My dad is ... where is my dad? I want to hug him. No matter how much i want this to happen, it’s not possible... not in this physical dimension... :(

My dad is someone who usually does not laugh a lot. But when I show him funny Youtube Videos he’s often falling of the chair, breathless with laughter and tears in his eyes.

My dad is one of my favorite people. He loves life and becomes friends with anyone he talks to. His main goal is to have fun. I’m always proud to introduce him as my dad.

My dad is the hardest working man I know. He is always there for me, and tries his best to be a good provider. My dad suffers from anxiety and, sometimes he has very serious anger issues. But he loves me and my family, and I am glad to have him as my father.

My dad is stubborn and has trouble apologising for his mistakes. However, when he knows he offended me, he shows me that he’s sorry in the cutest way ... every morning he leaves for me a freshly prepared breakfast before he's off to work just to make sure that I have my first meal of the day.

My dad is gentle bear, often misunderstood and shows affection in his own odd ways. He didn’t have a father-figure to look up to, but I do. <3

My dad is (was) an alcoholic. But in the few moments when he was sober, he was the smartest man I knew. He taught me to not doubt myself, to be kind to strangers in need, and how interesting it is to see how things work. And even through growing up angry at his drunken side, that side also taught me when to be strong and stubborn and forgiving when forgiveness is due. He was 48 when he passed away last December. I miss him.

My dad is the nicest person, as far as I know him. He passed away when I was 11, so nothing much I can remember about him. All I know, my Mom really love him, he always got home on time after work, love spending time with family, he’s very smart, he's the one who teach me English, he's so kind but also very scary when angry. When he left us, my Mom really hurt & depressed. It changed our family forever. Now my Mom also passed away, she struggled cancer for 3,5y. I live by myself, I really miss both of them, especially when I feel lost. One thing I want to say, thank you so much for adopted & welcomed me to your family

My dad is probably this guy in Los Angeles, but he hasn’t returned my phone call or facebook message, so I may never find out for sure.

My dad is and will continue to be one of my greatest teachers. He taught me respect, hard work, appreciation for what I have and for all and any knowledge, and how to cook. He taught me to ask questions about everything and how to wonder at our universe.

My dad is always away. Somehow we have grown up and accepted that and we are now always ’away' as well.

My dad is not around anymore. He died when I was 7. Cancer took him from us. It wasn’t unpredictable, he was a very heavy smoker. Well, sometimes I resent him for not trying harder to quit despite all of my mother's nagging. I can't really say I miss him, because I was too young. But I know I miss a father figure, maybe that's the reason why I'm gay. My mother tried her best to raise me and my brother, she's done a wonderful job and I am eternally grateful for that. It's just that she wants me to marry a girl someday and have a family. I will break her heart if I do otherwise. I know that sooner or later I have to choose. It's her happiness or mine.

My dad is my best friend. My chef. My mechanic. My #1 fan. My atm. My Netflix provider. My super hero. and so much more than that

My dad is the most patience, kind-hearted, and loving person I know, yet he’s careless, religion-strict, and not good at communication, yep, I just wrote about the better version of my current self. I rarely talk to him, yet I know he loves me. I really want to talk to him more often but there's one thing I know for sure: It is hard, til now.

My dad is is no longer with me but his stories and wisdom always will be. He is the most interesting and intriguing person I have ever known. He lost the battle with cancer, after fighting for two years and half but to me, he is the winner and always will be.

My dad is the man that usually act like Jewish man. Has money but doesn’t spend them at all.

My dad is hard to communicate with, emotionally distant, and is trying to make up for our patchy past, but it’s hard to open your life up to someone who was always there but never asked you how you feel until you are 27 years old.

My dad is weird, and very emotional but through him i learn a lot. I love you, dad

My dad is a good person.

My dad is my rock. After losing my mom from complications with Lupus, my dad and my sister were all I had left. I wouldn’t be where I am without my dad. I love you Dad! Thank you for all that you do for us!

My dad is tremendously ambitious, successful, intelligent, well-travelled and cultured — these qualities he has passed on to me, and he has also provided me with comfortable life and a good education. But my dad also aloof, impatient, often condescending, and emotionally distant from everything, including his own family. Only now that my dad is remarried does he pay a bit more attention to me. My dad has achieved a lot, but at the heart of it all, my dad is a disappointment.

My dad is my best friend, role model, fine gentleman, badass and real-life superhero.

My dad is selfish and senile. That’s a bad combination. He only cares about himself but expects others to take care of him. Never been there for me or my siblings.

My dad is the kind of dad everyone deserves. I am one lucky girl to have him and I cherish every moment that my own daughters get to spend with him. Because nothing lasts forever.

My dad is looking for his inner peace.

My dad is a contradiction: understanding, warm, and kind yet distant, judging, and unapologetically angry. I love him unconditionally but it took me a while to accept all facets of his personality.

My dad is the type of man that picks me up at 4 am when I’m drunk and can't get a taxi. Even when he is up for work at 7 am

My dad is no longer with us. He died 2 months ago after a 4 year battle with cancer. He wasn’t always the best dad but loved me unconditionally. I will forever miss him.

My dad is my role model: he taught what persistance is. Till the very last minute, I was inspired by how firmly he stood up to his convictions.

My dad is a sweet yet strict parent. I lost him to lung cancer exactly 10 years ago. All that’s left are lessons learnt from him and beautiful memories. Sometimes, all I wish for is a chance to talk to him again and have his honest advice whenever I am feeling lost. I love him and feel very thankful that at least he was part of my life.

My dad is emotionally distant. When I was a kid I wanted to hug him and say "I love you" but I was so scared that I didn’t. Now that he is getting older and that I live far from home he is more emotional and asks me when I'm going to visit them almost every week. I know he loves me very much and now I'm not scared of him anymore, I say what I want and its fine.

My dad is a quite man who has mastered the art of the "dad" joke. He has spent more years exploring the wilderness than I could even hope for and now Parkinson’s.

My dad is a strange species of superhuman. Wholeheartedly selfless; giving; and kind beyond any description. He’s a far better dad than I probably deserve.

My dad is just sitting inside since he retired. He used to be a handyman and built lots of cool things around the house - i miss that times.

My dad is a guy who never complained. I learn from his humility.

My dad is invisible. He was young, a runaway, a drug addict, a con artist that didn’t know how to be a father. The best thing he ever did was to leave my mom to raise me on her own...without his problems and his drama.

My dad is a man who has always been there for everyone, never for himself...

My dad is stubborn and it destroys our relationship.

My dad is the first man in my life with bad communication skills. He finds it very difficult expressing his emotions but i still got his back for life.

My dad is dead. He died when I was 10. I can’t really say that I miss him. I mean, I know it sounds harsh but I was a child. I was more concerned about my Barbie's wedding than how to picture a life without my father. It was an accident, he wasn't sick nor did he had a fatal stroke... I remember a few things about him but I can't say that I really know him. At least not the way I know my mother. I know everything about that lady. Our character is very similiar but I get my outgoing personality from my father... I am grateful for the person I am today but sometimes I wonder: would I be the same if my father were alive?

My dad is stubborn and it destroys our relationship.

My dad is very very very patient, extremely caring, unapologetically my biggest fan.

My dad is the best person I know, who doesn’t make the best decisions. I love him for that.

My dad is a good man and retired now, but seems like a different person to who he was when I was a younger... I’m not sure in a good way yet.

My dad is more important in my life than he will ever know. I never got the chance to know him. A victim of circumstance, he spends the rest of his life in prison. In silence, I tell my dad stories of everything I have experienced... stories he may never hear.

My dad is not living his life to the fullest. He had his fare share of issues while i was growing up. My sense of security revolved around the way he treated me while i was a teenager. He made me feel very uncomfortable on several occasions and i am to this day, not sure what was going on his mind. I still love him because he is a changed man now. But the past still creeps in at times. I guess he is also dealing with it in his own ways and hence could be affecting the way he is living his life.

My dad is my the most honrable and wise person I know. There are times when I wish I could have his instinct

My dad is is my stepdad. My biological dad left us in South Africa when I was 2, to go back to the UK. He was never there for any of my achievements. He never saw my art exhibitions or my dance performances. He never saw me struggle through my first breakup or wish me well when I moved out of home. He doesnt even know how to spell my name right. But my Stepdad has been there every step of the way, being my biggest fan, my enthusisic cheerleader and seeing me achieve my dreams. He’s my go to when I need advice on love and life or when my car breaks down and I need help. He's the real dad in my story.

My dad is / was the happiest, enthusiastic and deeply loving person I’d ever known. He got sick and died in 6 weeks and ripped my world apart. He was a Christian minister and we'd had a lot of issues when I was growing up but we were at such an amazing place when he died. He told me he loved me every single day.

My dad is the most loving and selfless soul I have ever encountered. I am grateful for every day that I still have him in my life.

My dad is a man who grew up with an awful mom and without a dad and that’s why he didn't have a clue on how to be one or how to have a family. (I guess that's why he left home. That really messed me up as a teen, but I understand now...)

My dad is a multi-level-marketer, even though it’s kinda embarassing, but it's okay. I love my dad tho.

My dad is an amazing, loveable, awesome,calm and funny dad that told me after 30 years he had a kid outside marriage....so basically I found out I had a brother that I haven’t met....and he only saw him twice!

My dad is a one day millionaire in one too many days of his life and I hope in heaven they don’t count the things we use to measure life here on earth.

My dad is addicted to searching for old cars to buy & rebuild on the internet. One day Dad - you’ll get your dream.

My dad is a very sweet man who doesn’t know how to express in the right amounts- whether its love or anger. He is barely sensitive but he still loves his family a lot. Sometimes, I think I am a lot like him and that makes me want to become more sensitive in my relationships.He's not a perfect father and I am learning to accept him with his shortcomings. I don't really relate to "My dad is a superhero"; everytime I feel utterly sad that I can't relate to that phrase I think about what my life would be without him and then I realise that he is such an integral part of my progress- to the human I am growing to be.

My dad is full of life and energy and has so many ideas on the go it’s hard to keep track of him. He loves bargains and Craig's List and marathons (before he overdid it) and challenges and tropical plants

My dad is probably wearing cargo pants and lace up crocs right now.

My dad is a kind of man who was always there but not present. I missed him then and I miss him now.

My dad is not my biological father. After 22 years, we’re still a little awkward in each other's company. We can't seem to hold a conversation that isn't about the weather or sports. I want to get to know him better, but I don't know how to penetrate his aloof exterior. Also, he definitely loves my brother more than me.

My dad is a stranger. He used to be one of the funniest men I knew until I was in elementary school & he fell off a barstool; he was paralyzed from the waist down. He gave up. He’s a recluse & only leaves his apartment about five times a year. He's getting older & I'm scared I'll never really know him & he'll never really know me. The whole situation makes me sad. As I approach my late 30s, still single when all my friends are settling down & being adults, I both thank my dad bc I owe my independence & humor to him & curse him bc I wish me & my brothers had a protective, loving dad in our lives to give us advice & emotional support.

My dad is complicated and introverted. He doesn’t have friends and probably I am the person who communicates with him better than anyone though we talk only twice a month for 2 minutes. But I love him. He is my dad.

My dad is the first of my three fathers. Sometimes I feel sad that he has not been involved throughout my whole life. But other times I feel lucky to have had three men (one dad and two stepfathers), who all tried to be a dad to me in their own way. I am an adult now and on good terms with all of them, but it is still strange and bittersweet when Father’s Day rolls around and I have to buy three different cards.

My dad is a simple middle class man who did the most amazing job of raising his daughter to be smart, curious, brave, independent and fierce. He not only gave her time and attention as a child but he gave her an open mindset to pursue and live the life she wants to live as an adult without compromising anything for society’s sake. He jumpstarted the person that I am today and I couldn't have had it any better way.

My dad is doing the best can, I suppose, but it’s not nearly enough. We haven't spoken since he told me I had to "suck it up" & get right with god. This was after I told him I was diagnosed with cancer.

My dad is an example of what not to do.

My dad is one of my biggest challenges in life and I’m one of his.

My dad is only human. He’s flawed, but so am I. Despite that, I can see the depth of his love for us. For that, I'm grateful and can now say confidently that I love my dad.

My dad is my hero and is terminally ill with cancer. It’s devastating. He taught me what unconditional love is. He was a refugee at 18 and came to America with nothing. I couldn't have wished for a more generous and compassionate role model. I'm currently writing his life story.

My dad is like Tim’s situation. I only know his first name. Have never seen a photograph or talked to him, carry only his physical traits with me. This project inspires me to find him.

My dad is my biggest inspiration and my biggest champion he showed me an amazing world and allowed me to be me within it. He is incredibly care free and showed me just how to enjoy life especially when things don’t turn out your way. My Dad is my best friend.

My dad is that feeling of warmth the minute you wake up under a pile of blankets on a winter day. He is the sensation of sunlight on your skin after a couple hours at the beach. He fills me with the joy of colorful maracas. He is the place BETWEEN the rock and a hard place, where time slows down and you don’t have to worry. I carry with me the absolute guilt of knowing I have the kindest, goofiest, most fantastic man as my father, and that no one else will ever know what it feels like to be the daughter of the best man on earth.

My dad is a man who was never taught how to be a real man. He was a child of the holocaust who didn’t have a real father of his own, he is trapped in adolescence mentally and he molested me when I was a child. My father is who he is. I can forgive but I can't forget. Trauma begets more trauma.

My dad is one of my best friends - the other being my mum. He is strong, honest, clever, practical, responsible, silly and lacks a bit of self-control with food. I’m so grateful and proud of him! Love you WH!

My dad is fun, but he cheated my mom when I was 12. I cryied like never before and he had gone. I know were he lives nowadays, with another family. But after that happened, we didn’t talk much to each other. I missed a lot him while I grew up. Tim story made me think a lot, but I still don't know how to handle mine. Just miss to have a father in natural way.

My dad is Not dead. He watches over me from heaven. When he was here he was my umbrella. Now that he’s gone I've had to go out into the world without my umbrella but I've learned not all rain is bad.

My dad is one of my favorite people. He has the most endearing way about him and the cheesiest sense of humor. I cry at the very thought of him not being around someday.

My dad is not as happy as I think he deserves to be

My dad is a Grumpapotomous. But also one of the kindest, most loving, give a stranger the shirt off his back kind of guy.

My dad is , as I like to call him, "lindo". He puts everything aside, even his own flaws, to be perfect for me. He would do anything for me, and all I’ve ever wanted is for him to be happy.

My dad is , as I like to call him, "lindo". He puts everything aside, even his own flaws, to be perfect for me. He would do anything for me, and all I’ve ever wanted is for him to be happy.

My dad is loud and funny. He tells all of his (six) kids that we are his favorite. He is loyal to our mom and tries to do the right thing.

My dad is the reason I’m a designer. He introduced me to design and has always supported me and pushed me to go further. He is rock.

My dad is spontaneously creative. He lied on skype to me he’s in Australia by turning the monitor upside down. When this happened I was in Massachusetts...

My dad is a badass that oscillates between being a visionary, father, husband, a man, and someone’s child. But is consistently an exceptional human being with a mind still spry and humble enough to be a lifelong student.

My dad is human. Perfectly flawed, constantly evolving. He now accepts me for me, and I have learned to accept him for him. He always tells me, "We all shit the same." And he’s right.

My dad is the by-product of generations of machismo men who weren’t taught to communicate and love properly.

My dad is not perfect but loves me very much.

My dad is stubborn, boring, talkative, and quite content with all of that. He didn’t seem very supportive of me growing up, but as I get older and have a family of my own, I see things in a different light. I see that he was tough, but fair...and that's what I'm trying to do as a dad now.

My dad is my angel. He died when I was 18. Sometimes I wish I had known him as a human being and had had an adult relationship with him to figure out a bit more about myself. But in the end I am grateful for the amazing childhood he has given me... The ice cream trips and the car rides is what i’ll always remember. Thanks for the memories Dad :)

My dad is complicated and I love him.

My dad is the one who taught me that nothing is impossible, that we are as strong as we believe we are and that we came to the world to enjoy it. There’s no reason to worry about a thing, the less you care about pointless things the happier you will be.

My dad is kind of like Peter Pan. I don’t think he ever grew up. He still views the world with innocence.

My dad is a male chauvinist, even though he did try his best to provide for the family, financially. We came from a humble, middle income migrant family where I was being taught that a woman’s worth should be based on her virginity instead of her intelligence & calibre. He discouraged me to go to law school & medical school after I did well in high school. He even discouraged me to take on senior management positions in my mid-late 20s. He doesn't believe in female leadership. I am a proud feminist. I choose to lean in, and I am thankful for my incredible mentors/business leaders who have groomed me to be the confident female leader that I am today.

My dad is a very smart man and at the same time a broken boy who has abandonment issues. He is only ever emotional or vulnerable when he is drunk. He is a provider and an advisor but his parenting style lacks affection.

My dad is gone. He was a quiet, honest and fair man. He was not without his vices though, which ultimately caused him to not be alive to see me become a dad.

My dad is dead. My dad was bipolar, an alcoholic, a comedian, a creative, a firefighter, a clown, a magician, a lover, sensitive and kind and now is gone. All I have are the memories in my mind and my family is shy to talk about him without anger. I try and remember all the good things and do things I feel he would be proud of. I hope everyone knows how lucky they are to have living parents and to soak it up as much as possible. I was unable to, so please do it.

My dad is someone who taught me exactly two things. One, how to work under the most ridiculous conditions, and two, what I want out of life, which happened to be the polar opposite of everything he stood for. May he forever rot in Arizona.

My dad is dead, he passed away last year. I never got the chance to meet him. He left my mother when I was very young. I don’t know how to feel about it.

My dad is encouraging. Without him, I would have never taken the big leap and move to New York from cross Atlantic. I was hesitating and as he knows me so well, he said that I would regret it if I didn’t go (which was totally true). He wanted me to go, even if it meant that his girl would be gone for years and we'd meet only couple of times a year. He knew how great experience it would be for me, and I'm thankful forever for him for pushing me to jump to the unknown.

My dad is a self made man, proud but not brash, smart but not a braggart, successful but not flashy, selfless but disciplined, and somehow never self-indulgent or hedonistic...A throw-back I guess. I am grateful, and learning to be moreso. Trying but failing to be more like him

My dad is old now. Ha. We’ll all be old too, then dead. My dad taught me that. He is wicked like F. Scott Fitzgerald & smart like Hemingway and my dad is (a little) broken like them too. My dad has taught me fucking tons of things. He loves me and I can feel it and I am thankful for it. My dad is still here and he will continue to be, even after.

My dad is an artsy fellow who happens to be Spider-Man’s #1 fan. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have gone to as many comic-cons as I did growing up. And if it weren't for that, I would have never have been inspired to pursue art today.

My dad is normally a quiet guy, but he gave me his uncanny memory for movie/TV show lines and we can have entire conversations in lines from everything from Spongebob to Pulp Fiction. It’s kind of like our secret code; he can always make me laugh like no one else.

My dad is set out to build a cedar-strip canoe. He’ll look for some pine or whatever’s at hand and check along the grain to see if it’s straight. And however long it takes, there will emerge something unique. But to gaze on its beauty we’ll patiently wait!

My dad is the only man I know that fixes anything, get the answers to anything, and perseveres through everything life puts in front of him. He is the only man that has never let me down and followed through with everything he has ever said to me. My dad makes most men look like boys.

My dad is the smartest, most persistent person I know. He doesn’t let himself get stuck in life. He has a saying: "I don't know how to fly rockets, but if we have to, then we'll learn how to do it and our rockets WILL reach the moon". He lives his life by this principle and I admire and respect him so much for it. Because of this he can cook, fix cars, do repairs around the house and even take care of my mother's orchids. He even taught me calculus when I was in high school (with textbooks in English even though he doesn't speak a word of it). He is loving and caring, and has set the bar real high regarding what I want in a man.

My dad is awesome. I am grateful he and my mom decided to adopt me 27 years ago. Although they don’t know i already knew.

My dad is a walking contradiction. I love him but at the same time I resent him a lot. I’m still trying to figure out how to deal with that.

My dad is the funniest person of all time.

My dad is an artist. We didn’t talk for almost 10 years and now we are trying to build up this father-daughter relationship. Forgiving is the most difficult and enjoyable thing to do in life. Now I think that more than a dad I have a friend.

My dad is the source of many deep scars I take with me. He’s also my greatest role model. Our relationship was a weird balance between fucking your kid up while giving up everything for her. I guess we're just normal people trying to figure life out.

My dad is dead for all I know.

My dad is the most unselfish person I know, he will sacrifice him self for my mom, my sister or I anytime... and I admire him for being able to feel that kind of unconditional love. My dad is one of my best friends, one that I can share new music with, he goes to the concerts of my favorite bands because they’re also his favorite bands and we have a great time, he is the one that pulls me back to the ground, in a good way, when I'm getting caught up on dreaming but not doing. He is my role model. My dad is my dad... and I'm thankful for that.

My dad is kind, helpful, sensitive, optimistic, funny, inspirational, devoted...I am thankful for all the love, patience and faith he has in me. Dear future husband, be aware (and afraid)-bar is set very high:) Živio ti meni najdraža moja faco i legedno❤️

My dad is a negative influence. He is always alone, he only thinks about how much money is he spending and he doesn’t make much. He treats me like I'm just a big amount of money to pay. He is not humble, he is very angry all the time, he swears a lot, he is always mad about everything, he is very unthoughtful, he is not ok.

My dad is an acquaintance. He was a dad, but never really a dedicated father. Rather than working a job that he could be home with us, he chose to work as a truck driver and was gone for several months on end, leaving my mom to be the single parent for most of my life. He would come home for a few weeks each year and back on the road. He would reap the benefits of the hard work my mom put into raising us whenever he came home, and didn’t spend the time to really invest in our lives. He'd often not know how old we were, what our interests were, or who our friends were. After, my parents divorced, he moved across the country and hasn't reached out to me.

My dad is is the most ambiguous of the world. He’s sneaky and acts in silence. He often says the opposite of what he thinks, and he does not really trust anyone. He wants everything to be under his control and this attitude, the mania for control, led me to suffer for years from anorexia. Now my weight is quite normal, but, for me, living is very difficult. I can't say I'm totally healed. I still live with him and the others of my family, because he doesn't want me to live alone even to study. I'm currently study graphic design near my town and I really hope one day I'll get the money to escape from all of this.

My dad is still cuddling me every day and singing me a song he made up for me when I was a little girl.

My dad is the person who has treated me like a bill for almost my entire life.

My dad is turning 70 this year and everyday I try to stop doing the math of how much time we still have together. I met him when I was 17. The guy I’ve always thought it was my father has always rejected me and said awful things to me so many times. Because of this relationship I still have a lot of issues with rejection. But what matters the most is: to me, my father is the most special person in the world. I can't imagine my life without him and I can't believe it took us so long to find each other.

My dad is a complicated person. He was abusive when we were young, but he’s a different person now, so I try not to hold it against him. He loves me very much, and is also ashamed and embarrassed of me. But reading about other people's complicated dads here makes me feel less alone. :)

My dad is dead and what makes me more sad than his passing is the lack of a life he lead whilst being alive.

My dad is my friend and i love him like he is a father to me. Repetitive, but truth.

My dad is a poker player

My dad is getting old and I’ve suddenly become more aware of his age. He's been sick a few times in the last couple of months, nothing too serious but he's had to go to hospital and it scares me to thing that he won't be around forever. I'm not my dad's favourite child, not even his second or third favourite but he's still my hero.

My dad is a good parent, on his own way. He didn’t had a good example at his home of a good father, so I can totally see who it affected the way he treats me. He were almost always supportive about the things i want to achieve in life and never measured efforts to help me financially. However never were able to supply the lack of love and contact I needed. He used to try to be lovely sometimes, but it just didn't feel right with time. And I feel like being gay putted us a little more apart, once he is a very religious man. I'm 23 and haven't told him yet that I'm a gay man. Not because I'm afraid, I just don't feel connected enough to him.

My dad is absent, he cut off contact with me out of nowhere and pretty much told me to fuck off.

My dad is dead. And I’m fucking glad.

My dad is one of the best imperfect people I have ever met - I am proud to admit I look for many of his qualities in the men I date. I find myself feeling comfortable around guys with the same imperfections as his.

My dad is everything a dad should not be. I am thankful i can do better on my own kids.

My dad is the most selfless, kind, peaceful and funny person I know.

My dad is trying really hard, after several years, to create an emotional connection we never had. I like that.

My dad is there for me no matter what, even when I do really stupid things.

My dad is great cook. Sometimes he burns food, but it still tastes good.

My dad is some one who has endured more than any man should in a single lifetime. All his life its been raining lemons without pause. Most people would have snapped and broken down by now, my dad never once put his head down. Our family was not dealt the best of hands in life, but we had a King of Hearts.

My dad is manipulative. He pays for my college and expenses, and makes it seem like I should never have to worry. Three times a year he threatens to abruptly stop paying for college and cut me off with only a day’s notice that my world will collapse tomorrow. My dad makes me suicidal.

My dad is making it VERY Difficult for me to find THE ONE. Not because he won’t let me go, or has stunted my emotional growth so badly that I can't connect with people but because he's SO DAMN GREAT. He spends money frivolously and on things that make him happy. He was constantly exploring new toys, whether it was model rockets, remote control airplanes, drag racing, or motorcycles, he was always following his joy. He still is. My dad is also one of those MEN's MEN. He was a firefighter and an electrician,& can fix all the cars but he still bought my Mom jewelry every holiday & made sure to express his love for her. The standard is HIGH! <3

My dad is / was one of the most inspiring people what I have ever known. He never gives up even when he had worst type of brain tumor. He did not give up and fought until the end. The disease in our family has taught us to appreciate our common time and each other. We have changed our priorities and stop quarreling because of common everyday small misunderstandings and missteps. He left us a message to do the things that we enjoy, be interested in them, not to be deterred by failure and not take yourself too seriously. You never know when it is time to leave.

My dad is a really nice person but we are strangers, when i was a child he was the biggest star in my life. He was my hero. Right now he´s just a person in my life. I dont hate him, but i dont know if i love him.

My dad is someone with a stellar work ethic, who taught me to be responsible and work toward my goals. He has always worked hard, but when it’s time to relax and go on vacation or have fun he is the life of the party. He showed me and my sisters a great example of a committed partner. I'm very thankful to have his support and his example. (I wish everyone could.)

My dad is the most amazing, selfless, kind, generous, loving, silly, wonderful human being and I am extraordinarily proud to call him my dad.

My dad is a stranger to me. His guilt is finally catching up to him... I received my second e-mail ever from him yesterday. Now he wants to meet so I can get to know him and another family stranger, my older sister!

My dad is a survivor, because even though he screwed up massively and left us (and pretty much checked out of reality) for like, 30 years... he came back, and is in therapy, and he calls me now. My dad is still here! Thanks for having the strength to say sorry and come back, Dad.

My dad is like a stranger who you’ve never met before but bumps you pretty hard as you're walking opposite ways down the road. I guess its pretty hard to be both a dead beat and never around for anything that was of importance to me, gotta give him credit for that I s'pose....

My dad is dead

My dad is dead since I was five years old. My parents divorced a year or so earlier. I almost never got to see him. I don’t know who he was.

My dad is the most caring man I know.

My dad is ok the way he is.... (you need to accept your parents in order to grow independent)

My dad is hardworking. He gives everything up for me to have what I need and he always has. I love my dad.

My dad is the strongest, most optimistic and proactive person I know. My mam passed a few weeks ago and he has been incredible beyond belief. Love you loads Dad!

My dad is the best.

My dad is the best. He loves to talk and tell stories, even though I have heard the same stories over and over. I don’t think I can ever thank him enough, and I hope he knows how much we love him!

My dad is really awesome, even if he has a strong temperament. He loves my mother (and us) a lot and I wish I could be the great person he is. big kiss to everyone

My dad is the most important and influential person in my life, and the hardest worker and most selfless person I know to boot.

My dad is still a mystery for me. He passed away 26 years ago when i was just eighteen. It was a terrible lost. I do believe a part of me has accompanied him on his way. I do miss him a lot actually. I still talk to him and sometimes i image what he would answer to one of my questions. After all these years. But thats okay. I’m strong and still standing. Thanks to my dad.

My dad is still a mystery for me. He passed away 26 years ago when i was just eighteen. It was a terrible lost. I do believe a part of me has accompanied him on his way. I do miss him a lot actually. I still talk to him and sometimes i image what he would answer to one of my questions. After all these years. But thats okay. I’m strong and still standing. Thanks to my dad.

My dad is a real cool guy.

My dad is ... nevertheless everything, he is awesome.

My dad is old and sick but is the best man that i ever know ... he is kind and fair not even alzheimer’s erased his good personality. I love him!!

My dad is a very stressed and intense man, but beneath it all he is one of the most emotional and sympathetic people I know.

My dad is one of the most kind, caring and selfless people I have ever come across. His inner beauty is incessant.

My dad is someone with brilliant logic, but little emotional intelligence and people are mainly governed by their emotions. So he lives in fear, like the rest of us, but can’t make it work. He lives in a dark world. He tried to make us live there with him, but we couldn't. So we just live in different places inside the same house.

My dad is (was....past tense) quiet, cold, uncommunicative, emotionally detached but had the traditional mindset of a craftsman which is a very rare thing. We didn’t speak much, but I loved him for who he was. I miss the smell of his woodshop.

My dad is a historian, a collector and an over exaggerator, a painter, a maker and a damn good fella. Every day I’m afraid of losing him like I did my mum two years ago.

My dad is broken. I am doing my best to love him all the same.

My dad is quiet, kind, giving, cruel, clueless, intelligent, silly, stubborn, optimistic, obedient, rebellious, cold, ...Some days I love him and some days I hate him.

My dad is sendo bellaco.

My dad is an alcoholic. With that, I’ve learned to become better.

My dad is the most caring and loving man I know, which makes it impossible for me to be in a romantic relationship with the "regular guys".

My dad is a man who moved to a different country when I was 22... now our relationship exists over Skype. Why is it okay for us kids to leave home, but when our parents do it, it feels like they’re completely abandoning us?

My dad is my best friend.

My dad is newly divorced after 27yrs of marriage and two kids, mildly depressed, and "lost". As his son, I don’t know what to do for him other than be around him and listen.

My dad is both hate & love. He used to be selfish & not treating us, with love & respect. He now tries to help me with all the wounds that they gave me (both mum & dad), he understands better now. I taught him a lot, as well as he taught me. We are still learning. Life is forgiveness & love, we are human. There are no super dads & all there is, is super dads. He did his best, with what he had & still is, i respect that. That is life & it is beautiful to me. To all of you with family issues don’t let it define you. Love your self, be brave & make your own supportive family. Trust your gut feeling, even though you taught not to.

My dad is is the person that never supported me in my profession as designer, and thanks to that I worked so hard to be where I am.

My dad is a difficult man to get along with. My problems will never be as significant as his.

My dad is ain’t around

My dad is a horrible person.

My dad is gone. I miss him.

My dad is someone I will always love but not someone I will always like. He taught me a lot about who I should be, but he doesn’t realise he also taught me a lot about who I shouldn't be. Regardless, he worked hard and has remained loyal to our family. For this, I appreciate him.

My dad is the first to congratulate you on your good news, the first to laugh when you tell a joke. He’s a brilliant scientist, a feminist, a great writer and a friend to everyone. He taught me to love fantasy and science fiction, how to write, how to love. His smiles come easy and often.

My dad is my hero.

My dad is dead. But when he was alive we were so similar we struggled to get along. I wish so desperately to reconcile with him, or to know him as an adult. He never met my husband or his grandchildren. I long for the things he gave me when I was young. Security, fun, advice, and even the arguing. Cherish your fathers. You never know when it will all be gone.

My dad is the type of person who will only call me when he needs something. He taught me money = your worth and fucked up my view of my own self worth because of how low he valued himself.

My dad is great, he used to work nights and helped my brother play video games as soon as he walked through the door. He is the greatest person alive, he would do anything for his family and friends. That’s why my dad is and always will be my number one fav guy.

My dad is one of the most brilliant people I will ever meet. Misunderstood, at times (By me, certainly). Ahead of his time (for sure). He has the kindest heart.

My dad is not a criminal just because he came in this country (US) the "wrong" way. He is a strong and stubborn man. He came to this country escaping the terrors of his country to find a better life for himself and his family! My padre is unity and resilience!

My dad is the person that will always support me, no matter how crazy my dreams are.

My dad is someone who I thought would be in my life forever. Now, he is someone that I try to block out from my memory because of how much he has hurt me and my family.

My dad is still a hurt son. He doesn’t feel powerful, so he can't imagine that he has an effect on me. He does the best he can and sometimes that isn't good enough.

My dad is a liar who hurt a lot of friends and family members. But I can’t not love him because he also is very attentive to the people he loves. And I know he loves my sister and I more than anything.

My dad is the loving role model I’d wish everyone had during childhood

My dad is a person who taught me how to not be a father.

My dad is learning about me more every day in order to gain back a friendship we lost over years since he left us.

My dad is the strongest person ever. He keeps me safe - and for that, I love him forever!

My dad is seriously the best dad in the entire world.

My dad is pursuing his dream and neglects his family but was never successful.

My dad is the first person I call when anything significant happens in my life. Get a promotion, call Dad. Get in a car accident, call Dad. He is always so amazingly calm and rational. A solid, steady source in my at times stressful life.

My dad is an alcoholic. He used to hit me, my mum used to tell me that when she was younger she would get beaten up much harder and that I was making a fuss, that I didn’t know what real pain felt like. Once, he got home really late and drunk and got into my room. I felt asleep watching tv, so he started to hit me in the head, cursing me for leaving the tv on. I never spoke to him again. Even living in same house. For years we were his hostages because he paid the bills we had to accept everything. Now, my mum and dad live separate but I tell people my dad is dead.

My dad is a teenager trapped in a man’s body and never felt comfortable towards the fact that I'm a woman and he's a man. In my group of friends, I'm the definition of ''Daddy Issues'' and we all laugh about it.

My dad is getting on a bit.

My dad is a very good dad to his children from his current marriage, but sadly he is pretty much non-existent as a father to me. It makes me sad knowing my sister gets to grow up with a dad and I don’t. As a result, I have serious daddy issues.

My dad is always supportive.

My dad is cool as shit. He’s worked so hard to give me and my family everything we could ever ask for and more. Thank you, Daddy.

My dad is someone I don’t quite understand or agree with, but try to accept as he is. As a child I used to be afraid of him. At times he used to get so angry and he surprised me often with his reactions. I was and am very close to my mom. He used to get angry because of it. He wanted me to love him, but he couldn't find a way to get closer. He was jealous of my relationship with my mom. He abused us psychologically. Mom was afraid. I moved out at the age of 19. Things escalated. Me and mom said "NO". She moved out. He wanted to change. He tries and is calmer now. They are together again. I am no longer afraid.

My dad is hard to understand sometimes. You don’t know really how he feels about what goes on around him. I can only tell when he's happy, because his eyes smile. When he looks at me that way, I can feel he's proud and happy to have me as his daughter. I believe that our talks, his great taste in music and his smile will be the things I will miss the most one day when he passes.

My dad is no longer between us. He passed away when I was 1 year old. I can see everyone around me loved him very much. I miss him, even though I never actually knew him...

My dad is awesome! He’s super funny, an avid reader and makes really good jokes. I love him.

My dad is silent but a powerful presence. A living testament that you don’t need to be loud or abrasive to make an impact.

My dad is brilliant and the smartest person I know. He is better than me at everything, even the things I am passionate about and consider myself to be good at. So needless to say I’m calling him for advice for all my random questions and sometimes it annoys him but he helps me with everything and I consider him my best friend. I hope he knows that I love him because I am somehow not able to say it out loud.

My dad is an endless fountain pit of movie quotes and stubbornness and jokes and strange quirks and procrastination and love and competitiveness and insecurity and joy and I love him.

My dad is the kindest man I know. I compare all others to him. I will always be grateful for the gift of my dad.

My dad is from a generation who don’t talk about emotions or feelings. But as he has grown older I see the emotion in his face when I say goodbye.

My dad is brilliant and the smartest person I know. He is better than me at everything, even the things I am passionate about and consider myself to be good at. So needless to say I’m calling him for advice for all my random questions and sometimes it annoys him but he helps me with everything and I consider him my best friend. I hope he knows that I love him because I am somehow not able to say it out loud.

My dad is a mystery. He died when I was 16. I barely know him because my parents got divorced when I was 3.

My dad is the man who always pushed me to achieve the best results possible.

My dad is coming up on his 365th "bonus day" since his heart attack. I’ve never been so happy to see a year pass and still have him here. He's changed his entire lifestyle so he can still be with us.

My dad is my hero and the most special person in my life. But we have a terrific past! He abused me and my little sisters when we were just little kids. That hurts a lot and we couldn’t find the reason for that abuse happened. I think i will never now how that happenned and why. Because my dad never abandoned me and my family, he's the best man i know. He is always with us, he love us but he abused us. We never talked about that again. My mother knew that time, and i think, because that everything stopped. Past more than 20 years, we never talk about and we will never understand.

My dad is EVERYTHING. I owe him everything I got and everything I am.

My dad is the one man I can always count on. I love him so much.

My dad is so awesome that "Dads" is his last name!

My dad is unfathomable.

My dad is the best dad. Always loving, always caring, and above all, always patient. He is so good that he became my sister’s dad too. I will always love him for that.

My dad is not my dad anymore. Although flawed, he always was the hilarious, charismatic, and coolest guy for the first eighteen years of my life- and then he and my mom divorced. Once that happened, he left the country and stopped putting any effort whatsoever into maintaining a relationship with me and my sister. At first I struggled with such an abrupt transition, but now I’m just occasionally sad at how I went from loving this person so much to sometimes forgetting he still exists.

My dad is my grandpa. My biological dad is a sexual assalter whom I don’t know. My heavenly father is all I need and I am slowly coming to terms with that. I am such a better person in this world for having the grandfather that I do and I am so blessed. -Jessica H

My dad is an amazing and brilliant man that I love and admire, although I don’t always show it. I had a sibling that died when she was only 8 of a heart condition. I know that he struggles with that because he isn't able to talk about his real feelings, probably affraid of being considered weak. I want him to know that it wasn't his fault but I can't approach the subject.

My dad is an incredible human being. He taught me to treat everyone with respect and to reach out your hand to anyone in need. He won coach of the year constantly wrangling our soccer and softball teams over the years. He was the right mix of tough and encouraging, and was everyone’s cheerleader. He is a feminist and taught me to that I could do anything that the boys could do. He deals a lot with the feeling of never reaching his potential for greatness, even though he's always been great in my eyes. I worry that his drinking is a slippery slope for dealing with those thoughts or regrets. It's driving a wedge in my parent's marriage.

My dad is selfish but he loves me in his own way.

My dad is my hero!!

My dad is forgiven for raping my mom when she was 14 and I am grateful for his love for me, my wife, and daughter today.

My dad is a constant lingering afterthought. I don’t really know much about him, I've only seen him a handful of times in my life. What I do know is that we both enjoy a vodka lime and soda to calm our nerves and twitching knees, which I guess is nice. I know this because he visited one time for my birthday and we shared an awkward 2 hours together making small talk and avoiding eye contact. I don't know if he's alive now though - he didn't reply to my texts on Christmas day. I've never called him "Dad". I don't think I ever will. I don't know, It's weird.

My dad is exactly like me. Or I guess I should say I’m just like him. This makes him both the most infuriating yet empathetic person in my life. No one understands how my heart and brain works like he does. I have daddy issues that are contrary to the way that phrase is typically used: my dad is so smart, funny, supportive, and understanding of my deepest self that any man who comes into my life has a high bar to reach.

My dad is Batman in disguise!

My dad is no longer alive. He is a combination of my third grade memory and the stories my Mom and half-siblings have told. From that, I gather he was an ex-Navy, Harley riding, beer drinking, hard working man.

My dad is amazing...he is 83 years old. He still takes care of our family AND his other 12 sons from other mothers, is incredible how much vital strenght he has. I wish I could give him the love he truly deserves.

My dad is a lying manipulative person. He pretends to care about me but I know deep down he doesn’t. He only talks to me to clear his conscience. I'm afraid I'll end up like him one day.

My dad is the best!

My dad is the person who broke my nose. Every time i look in the mirror, it reminds me of him and how he beat me up until i moved out by the age of 17. No one can choose his father, but we can still choose how we want to live our lifes and what kind of a person we want to be. I am so happy for all people who have a dad who cares about his children!

My dad is the most focused and loyal person I know.

My dad is the exactly what I don’t want to be when I became a father myself. Actually, he's the kind of man I don't want to be. And I'm thankful to have learned with his mistakes.

My dad is the most selfish person I’ve ever met, he destroys everything around him and enjoys it. My step-dad is a liar, who betrayed me and my mom and had a lover and a secret life for 2 years. I think I've had enough of dads.

My dad is dead. I think I’m very similar to him in a lot of ways but I´m terrified about having the same negative attitudes. He was brilliant but he wasn´t confident about his work and he was hiding himself from the world. I´ve caught myself doing the same and it´s up to me to change that.

My dad is amazing. He came to every single hockey game I had as a kid. He was the manager on my hockey team even though he didn’t really skate or love hockey as much as I did. We used to eat hot dogs after practices at this cool joint downtown and listen to Frank Sinatra on the way back home. He took me (a girl) hunting when I was 11 and let me carry my own .22. He is fantastic and I hope he knows it.

My dad is the type of person who always puts work ahead of family.

My dad is gone. He was a great, kind, humble man. A year ago he was here, alive, then two months later he was gone. I miss him everyday.

My dad is responsible for my extreme fear of rejection. He chose his wife over teenage me, "took me back" into the family when they divorced and never apologised. I resent him for it.

My dad is an expectation I don’t think he will ever meet. And that's ok.

My dad is dead and I wish I had him back.

My dad is my best friend.

My dad is the kind of person i hope to become someday.

My dad is a mountain among pebbles. THE best. The world is darker without him.

My dad is silence. religion first over family. alone. sort of kind. respectful. quiet but friendly. sweet. arts and music lover. a man who said that he loves me in person for the first time at my 30s.

My dad is the kind of person i hope to become someday. Julieta, 23, Buenos Aires, Argentina

My dad is was pulling us back

My dad is the kind of person i hope to become someday.

My dad is handsome and humble, and has prepared us to be our own person.

My dad is a scientist! He’s cool as fuck, simple as that.

My dad is my hero.

My dad is the reason why I am so ambitious.

My dad is the best man. I don’t know what I would do in life without him.

My dad is - well I don’t have any.

My dad is the reason why I am cautious in relationships. He was abusive both mentally & physically. I promised myself as a little girl,I’d never ever marry a man like him. I am currently with my boyfriend 6 years & couldn't ask for a better guy. On a positive note, my future children will have a better father than I did.

My dad is the most selfish man on earth and the proof that some people shouldn’t have kids.

My dad is a man who lives for himself. I think he is always afraid of getting to know his own family, I love him very much, but he is always pushing us away. Sometimes I think he is never going to try. I know he loves us, but at the same time, he doesn’t know how to show his feelings and maybe he doesn't want to.

My dad is really cool. He doesn’t like to talk about feelings or anything, but none of us do in our family, really, so you know. He makes up for a lack of touchy-feely-ness by being silly and fun to hang out with. He comes up to the city pretty often for business, and I think he really likes Brooklyn. It would be really funny if my parents moved here, but I know they never would.

My dad is not my biological father, But he is the one who taught me how to be a man.

My dad is so much a part of me. He has passed but is with me each and every day.

My dad is Fernando. He is an amazing person.

My dad is awesome. He’s loving, smart and always there.

My dad is my hero.

My dad is that person who really want to help you with all his hearth but at the end you finnish arguing with.

My dad is a traitor. To himself, to his family, and to me. I can never forgive him for his betrayals.

My dad is the most amazing man on earth.

My dad is dead. Weeks after reconnecting for the first time in 18 years he passed away unexpectedly. My son will always know me.

My dad is someone who walked away but he walked back and has been supportive.

My dad is a workaholic that ignored me all my life.

My dad is at an undisclosed location because he ran away from himself.

My dad is dead. He died when I was 10 years old. He died suddenly. From day to day, at home, in the arms of my mother. It was very unfair.

My dad is awesome, the more I get older the more I admire him even with his mistakes

My dad is the best dad in the world.

My dad is one of my favorite humans in the whooooole world♥

My dad is The only one who has there calm there i need. Yuri. 29 Guagalajara, México

My dad is the greatest man.

My dad is a class clown, we like to play pranks on unsuspecting family members.

My dad is my grandfather. He has shaped my life far and beyond my absent biological father ever could have. I have always called him "Dad" and never have been embarrassed by it. I love my dad.

My dad is my mentor and is always there for me when I need advice on life. He is very hard working and has done a lot of sacrifices to support my family.

My dad is ... doing the best he can.. maybe, maybe not.

My dad is someone who doesn’t make much difference in my life.

My dad is My dad is the most amazing person I have ever known. He was, is and will be the most strong and relentless human being on earth. He is cultured, smart, creative, and gets angry quickly. Although he is not patient at all, he is willing to answer all the questions you might have about life, humankind, and why not? universe. He knows everything and if he does not, he thinks up a credible argument. He is extremely talkative, conversant, interesting, complex, lovable, and amazingly introverted. He is the dad who every human being deserves, and just a few actually have.

My dad is one that has always treated and loved me as his own

My dad is my angel in heaven

My dad is in another planet! He has is way of thinking that confuses me. And I am so lucky to have him. I’m so lucky!

My dad is a man who lives for his kids

My dad is someone I look up to. He’s someone with a moral compass I strive to mirror.

My dad is My dad is the most amazing person I have ever known. He was, is and will be the most strong and relentless human being on earth. He is cultured, smart, creative, and gets angry quickly. Although he is not patient at all, he is willing to answer all the questions you might have about life, humankind, and why not? universe. He knows everything and if he does not, he thinks up a credible argument. He is extremely talkative, conversant, interesting, complex, lovable, and amazingly introverted. He is the dad who every human being deserves, and just a few actually have.

My dad is My dad is the most amazing person I have ever known. He was, is and will be the most strong and relentless human being on earth. He is cultured, smart, creative, and gets angry quickly. Although he is not patient at all, he is willing to answer all the questions you might have about life, humankind, and why not? universe. He knows everything and if he does not, he thinks up a credible argument. He is extremely talkative, conversant, interesting, complex, lovable, and amazingly introverted. He is the dad who every human being deserves, and just a few actually have.

My dad is not my dad anymore...

My dad is so tough to live with sometimes but still he’s the best dad ever

My dad is becoming more and more disconnected from my life.

My dad is an older version of me.

My dad is gone.

My dad is Pura Vida!!

My dad is my rock. Always has been. Always will be. He is the one person I can always rely on.

My dad is someone i will miss my entire life, even if we didn’t had the chance to be with each other as a "normal" family i miss hearing his voice, and talking to him about books and life i guess he is the reason i don't trust man, but also he was the reason i am what i am today. i can't imagine someone i could miss more than him, but when i think about him i smile because i had the chance to have him as my father for a few years.

My dad is a human being, who sometimes makes mistakes, but I still love him, and I will always do, because he is someone who cares. And we need more people in the world like him.

My dad is in the same city, and yet I’ve never met him. I don't know that I could because of an ugly split with my mom when I was a baby. But I'm still curious.

My dad is my best friend. To whom I can always tell what I feel, think and plan to do. He’s always there for me, with his positive thoughts, even when the times are hard for him. He's the reason I'm still going for my dreams.

My dad is my moral compass – someone so full of compassion, integrity, and honesty that I only need to think of what he would do, to know it’s the right thing.

My dad is a better man than he thinks he is. He is adventurous and kind, curious and thoughtful. But my dad will never be fully himself because his dad will never let him, even though his dad is dead. I love him for all he is and all he isn’t, and I'll always be proud he's my pops.

My dad is a hoarder. My dad self neglects. My dad is now a grandfather and I’m afraid he won't around much longer to watch my daughter grow up.

My dad is trying really hard to be closer to me and my brother. For about 4 years during our middle/high school years he kind of disappeared to himself, dealing what I think was depression but never actually admitting it to to himself or trying to get help for it. Those were such formative years of my life growing up, and having such little contact with him even though we all lived in the same house is hard. Now that my parents are divorced, he’s reaching out and trying hard to stay connected, but it feels so contrived. I really appreciate that he's trying, which is more than others, but it feels so difficult when there's barely a relationship there.

My dad is contrast. He’s everything I look up to, and he's also, in so many ways, everything I don't want to be as a grown up. So, in a sense, he's the perfect dad for who I am now. I love him to death.

My dad is just my producer. Nothing more than this ... I wish I have a Person who I can call Dad.

My dad is someone I loved dearly and lost when I was 9. I miss him every day and always wonder what he would think of me if he were alive, what kinds of conversations we would have and how my life would have been different if he were still here.

My dad is an unhappy man who always takes his anger and frustrations out on his kids and family. But, we still try to make our relationship work... because he is our dad.

My dad is the reason that I’m doing something I love today.

My dad is my hero, my comfort and everything. I am nothing without him.

My dad is a dictator

My dad is abusive to the people around him. I’ve only met him twice in my life. He was terrible to my mother and I'm glad she left when I was a baby for both our sakes. He wounded my kind and gentle mother and changed her into someone closed and scared who I can never truly know. I hated not having a dad growing up, and I was jealous of other peoples dads. I hate him for how he has hurt - and is still - hurting people. I don't know my dad. He's nothing to me. And that's really, really sad for both of us.

My dad is the most selfless person I know. He’s truly a wonderful, hard-working man that deserves the world. When I was a kid, he'd put in an 80-hour work-week and make sure he still made it to my sports games on time. And now, as an adult, I understand and admire him for a host of new reasons—but he's still always putting everyone else first.

My dad is someone I never knew. There wasn’t any strong men in my life growing up. Grandfather I grew up with was a mean drunk. My uncle was disabled and bitter. Father absent. Boyfriends never there. I'm ok with it by now that I'm turning 30 in a few days, although it took time to figure it all out. But growing up, I was searching for a father figure in older men. And I think I found them. They are the fathers I know and wish I could give flowers on father's day. But I'll never tell it to them. Instead, I'm buying them wine when we meet. Hear stories about their children. And ask for their advice. I wouldn't have it in any other way.

My dad is not a person I get along with. Our relationship is strained and we have very different point of views. I do resent him for being emotionally absent throughout my life and not being the friend or "hero" that I always wished for. A kiss or a hug now and then would still be nice... However, I am thankful that I knew him, that I grew up with him and that he works relentlessly to provide for the family. It could have been worse.

My dad is a man I barely knew growing up. He’d enter my life and leave again whenever things required too much responsibility of him. The last time I saw him (it had been thirteen years I hadn't heard a thing from him), he tried to manipulate me into accepting him back into my life. He said he wanted a relationship with his daughter. I said I didn't. I've never talked to him since.

My dad is perfect. Quiet, hard-working, loving, patient, rarely angry, humble... I just love him too much.

My dad is so smart that he can never play Associations games - nobody gets his way of thinking. He likes to look really tough, but he’s afraid of scary movies and cries when he's emotional (more than my mom). He likes to wear pink and purple, specially with a paisley pattern, but he also manages to look scary when he's angry.

My dad is not speaking to me and I don’t speak to him. It's been almost 4 years since the last time we saw each other; the last contact I had with him was a phone call in which he told me he didn't wanted to hear from me ever again. It's been 4 years that I've been thinking about him everyday. I always wonder if he ever thinks about me. Sometimes I see him in my dreams and it feels so real; I dream about talking to him and make peace to him. Right after christmas holidays my stepbrother called me because my father had an heart attack and was at the hospital. What really upset me was that I felt nothing. And I have no idea how to handle my feelings now.

My dad is a ghost. He was my mom’s first boyfriend, but he already had a family, a wife, 4 kids. They dated for 9 years until I born. They split when I was a baby and my mom still does not know why that happened. He just run away and never come back. I know he run away from his family too. I do not consider him my father. I am always afraid to see him in the street or anywhere. Every time I see myself in the mirror I see his eyes, and that makes me angry. I do not want to see a man who hurts my mother so bad in my face, in the way I speak, the way I move. I love my mom for never let me miss him.

My dad is serious, he doen’t share the love of kisses, hugs and sweet words, but giving education we need, the support and financial assistance with food and others. He has always been with us and taught us the importance of gratitude. I admire and love him

My dad is wonderful, and loving, but emotionally absent. My dad’s dad was an alcoholic, and was unable to mentally be there for my father throughout his whole life (though physically was always in front of him... drunk). I understand him. But I wish I could understand him more. I wish he would open up to me more , so that I could understand his story and his feelings. I miss him everyday, even if he's right there in front of me.

My dad is not interested in me. He spent 3 years in the same town with out contacting me and 15 years total with no contact. Recently his fourth wife sent me a Christmas card - the first card I’ve received in 26 years. It was as personal as one that you get from your insurance agent.

My dad is my hero. He’s so smart. He knows when to give me space and encourage me, and when to step in and stop me from making mistakes. His good advice comes at perfect times. A year ago, he decided that he wanted to learn how to be a cartoon artist. Professionally, he is a biomedical engineer, so this was challenging. But, he managed to show me 3 finished cartoon strips this christmas. I'm proud and lucky to call him my dad.

My dad is almost a mom for me. He was the one that attended school meetings, who fixed my hair, who takes care if my sister’s taking her pills correctly. Even with mom around, he gets in the way to secure us like no other dad would do. Im glad that she made a good choice and letting him being the parent of her daugthers. And it's hard to compete with him as the role of the man of my life.

My dad is the reason for living with breathless intensity. In wanting to be loved, I sought love in any possible form. That longing brought me to places and situations where love was scarce; yet hope sprang from the depths of my spirit. In his absence, I saw his shadow—from which I gathered, carved and found—me.

My dad is gay, and my mother didn’t know this for 11 years of marriage. Even though I know this hurt her, I have to somehow be thankful to him because him being gay made it a little easier for me to get out of the closet as a lesbian at age 19.

My dad is away. He has always been away, away for work, away from where I lived, away in a moment spent together, away from reality. He is a man in his 50s with more self-induced illnesses that I can count, mostly related to his bad drinking habits. Dementia is now taking him further away, and he blames everyone around him for it. He was my dad, but he has now forced me away.

My dad is on his own. The same thing I love about myself is the thing that led him to not be part of my life 100%, not even a 10%. I have 3 older brothers from other women and recently found out about a 4th brother, a younger one (9). We get along really well. Sometimes I recent the fact that now he dedicates his time to my brother and his grandchildren (nephews).

My dad is someone I don’t know. I’ve only seen his face once, in a picture of my parents wedding. He tried to contact me a few years ago, saying he had cancer and he would really like to meet me before anything happen to him... I was kind of shocked and couldn’t write anything back. He wrote three letters and I wasn’t able to write a single word back. I can’t forgive him for everything he did to my mum. I can’t forgive him for telling her it was him or me.I am ashamed that he is my father cause it’s hard for me to see that i have something to do with that person... I’ve grown into the kind of person I am because I didn’t have him in my life. 

My dad is a man with a heart of gold. He’s the human manifestation of a teddy bear. I learned, through him, that “masculinity” isn’t about bravado or a list of manly things. He taught me showing genuine love and care for those around you.

My dad is dead. He died exactly 10 years ago. He could have been the perfect example of what a dad/person shouldn’t be: he was an alcoholic, a liar, a verbally abusive asshole, a thief, and never cared a day about his family. We always came 2nd or 3rd place. When he got us poor and he got diagnosed with leukemia, those 3 years were a nightmare, and he went even crazy for a while. I hate him because he stole my childhood&my self esteem. He forced me to grew up too quickly and became my own adult.

My dad is able to communicate his emotions for the first time in 21 years and I don’t know how to take it, if it's just a momentary thing and he's going to go back to his usual shut off self or if it's permanent. I don't know how to appreciate something so unstable.

My dad is complicated. When I was a kid, he would yell at my mom, and make me cry when I couldn’t do my multiplication tables. He had a gambling problem, but he worked multiple jobs to make sure we were secure. He loves movies and art, and he taught me how to cook. He made me believe that I could do anything I wanted. My dad's flawed, but I love him very much.

My dad is still here for me and has always been since I was four. My father, whom I’ve heard I share many mannerisms, personality traits, and interests with, is not. He died nearly a decade ago without me by his side partially because of a ‘practical’ decision I made as a child—one in which I didn't grasp the ripple effect of complicated emotions this would leave on not only my biological father but an entire family I turned my back on.

My dad is doing the best he can. His short temper and stubbornness makes it difficult for us to get a long, but his subtle actions - like waking up and noticing he’s scrapped the ice off my car so I can get to work on time - reminds me that he loves me, even if it's hard for him to tell me.

My dad is gone. He passed away 5 years ago and ever since it’s been hard to remember him correctly. I feel like the image I have of him is a mixture of what I remember, what my mum remembers (good and bad), what people I've never met say they remember about him. It makes me a bit sad that I'm never sure if he was actually like I remember him or if it's the idea that I've crafted in these last few years to help me get by. But at the same time I guess using different parts of my memories of him to help me face the things I'm going through right now, without him, is a way of him being here.

My dad is the most positive person I know, he and my mom worked hard to create a safe place for me and my sister to grow up. He supported our passions, and he showed me forgiveness when I made mistakes. I want to become someone like he is.

My dad is always trying to make my mom, sister and I laugh through his bad funny jokes. Even when they’re not funny, his attempts always make me smile inside.

My dad is an enigma. Everything my father has done has been shrouded in mystery. He would put us in situations where we were forced to be strong. He once saw an older grade-school bully picking on a neighborhood kid and told me to challenge the bully to a fight. I used to assume that it was a lack of love, but now I see the value in these lessons.

My dad is dead. He was an incredibly complicated and amazing man who excelled in many areas, and not so much in others. He fought for civil rights around the world. He was friends with Malcolm X, Nelson Mandela, and millions of cab drivers. His emails and phone calls were always too short, his life was too short, but the shadow he cast on me and the people he knew was long. He had trouble being emotionally present, which is why, strangely, I’m grateful for his illness. He died of pancreatic cancer 6 months after his diagnosis. It gave us 6 months to be present with each other, and to be together.

My dad is someone who I’ve tried to avoid becoming for probably most of my adult life, but when I became a father myself I realized that I’ll be lucky if I become even half the dad he is. 

My dad is someone who wasn’t there in my childhood. He was fleeting in his emotional presence, but physically there.

My dad is a goofball. He also looks like me sans the hair (he literally has no hair). He is the kindest, strongest and most loving man in my life. And, he also made me into a tomboy. Thanks, dad.

My dad is someone I really look up to. I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten my best and worst traits from him. He taught me all I know about music, fishing, and how to make a mean margarita.

My dad is gone, but he was a big fat center of gravity who went from having a bad temper as a young man to becoming a calm older zen master who loved his family and the Yankees. He had the simple philosophy that if you have twenty dollars in your pocket then everything will be alright.

My dad is an incredible man. He’s always had this uncanny trait to not be effected drastically by the highs and lows of life. He’s steady. I hope I can be as reliable and consistent, filled with joy and humor as my dad has been for me. I love my dad.

My dad is a much better man than I believed him to be when I was child. Interesting how getting older, and life in general, changes your perspective about such things.

My dad is ...I’ve sat with this and cant find the words to create one sentence that expresses the love and hate I had for him.

My dad is my hero. My mom left me as a toddler, and through it all my dad was a rock. I know this sounds really cheesy and cliché but it’s actually true, and I couldn't think of a better word to describe his role in my life. I’ll never be half the man my father is. To this day he continues to be my gold standard.

My dad is a great human being, partner and father. He stayed at home while my mom worked and cooked all the meals when I was growing up. He’s a published poet and author, and someone who loves art, music, film, adventure, and travel. Because of him, the men in my life have always been multi-dimensional, and have always been great cooks!

My dad is patient, kind, loving, affectionate and a little cheap. If Mommy were here to see how he turned out, I think she’d actually love him again. He says she was his true love and I was a child of passion. I tell him to please stop talking. My Dad is...pretty fucking great. 

My dad is one of life’s great mysteries. He is the origin of life, a dark matter, and Paul Alcock. After 32 years as his son, I’m more baffled about my dad than ever.

My dad is a stranger to me. My dad is my mom. My father is a man I don’t know, nor care to know. My brain had turned this bad memory into a dream. My other dad is my stepfather.

My dad is no longer with us and I regret not making a more concerted effort to be in touch with him the last 10 years of his life. I never got to say goodbye to him so he always lives in my mind.

My dad is a gentle man who wasn’t around much while growing up, but always supported my creativity and taught me that hard work and smart decisions lead to success.