Urban Poly Princess

I REALLY miss my dad today. No reference to father's day AT ALL at my ward although the parking lot was empty. I bet everyone's celebrating. I wish I still could too. He taught me so much. My brother once told me to think of how much our father loved us even and despite his imperfections. Our father in heaven is perfect and can love us perfectly. That comparison gives me some idea of how much our father in heaven loves us. I'm grateful to have had a father who loved me as much as he did. He always treated me like a princess. He was Tongan so certain things didn't matter to him like holidays OR writing to me on my mission. I think he wrote to me twice the whole time at the insistence of my mother BUT I never doubted how much he loved me. I was a clothes horse and he didn't care. In high school I'd try to run out of the house without my family seeing what I was wearing. When they caught me I had to stand and be inspected. If anything was too short or too revealing I had to change. Once he took me mission shopping. I took him to Laura Ashley. He couldn't believe I wanted these modest dresses. He was so happy and I was able to pick up 3 dresses there. He just wanted to leave. It was great!!! My mother knew better. She made me try on anything I wanted then she looked at the pricetag BEFORE deciding if I could get it or not. He knew about all these Korean places to eat that were delicious AND generous-my mother usually thought we could wait to eat until we were home. He loved church books and discussing gospel principles. Sometimes he enjoyed arguing about these unfortunately-especially with his friends in Sunday School. When I wanted to get my nails done downtown my dad would take me there and either wait in the car or pick me up when I was done. Downtown was an hour away from Hauula where we lived. My father was hilarious and a lot like my brother in that everyone loved him. BUT he wasn't as sweet as everyone thought he was. He'd make little comments to me about his brothers-in-law that he didn't like. All his brothers-in-law told me he was their favorite. If they only knew. I'm grateful he and my mother spent time with me immediately following a rollover I had in Fillmore on my way back to SLC. I was supposed to die. I suffered a brain injury and should be a vegetable now. It was a miracle that I recovered almost completely. He flew up here from Hawaii when that happened. I was in a coma for 2 weeks. He was there and interfered with the nurses and doctors all the time. He went with me to any treatments and asked a million questions being an overprotective and intrusive father. Pres. Groberg gave me a blessing. I don't remember what I did or said to people. My mother flew up the following week. My parents stayed a month with me after my accident. It was nice to have them there. I may have abused that. We attended a University of Utah family ward. Eventually I went to the Tongan Liberty Ward with my dad when his cousin Muli Kinikini asked him to come along. It was fun to be able to attend church with him. There was this Tongan lady who always took every opportunity to sing because I guess someone told her she sang well. She didn't. Once she sang with her grand-daughter. It was bad. Whenever we would go somewhere the next week with my parents my dad would break into song imitating her. I couldn't stop laughing when he did that. Unfortunately it was this running joke between us. Inevitably she sang AGAIN during another sacrament meeting. My dad leaned over to me and started singing the way he did when he was making fun of her. I had to leave sacrament meeting because I started laughing. I couldn't go back inside until she was done. Of course my father caused trouble and asked me what was wrong when I returned. My brother is a lot like him. Everyone loves him and thinks he's sooo sweet. I tell him they just don't know the real George. Another thing that I will miss is him being a grandfather to the children I have someday. He used to visit George's first child Noelani EVERY day after she was born. George told me one day - "He visits her EVERY day!"-He loved ALL of his grandchildren sooo much. They were his life. He used to tell me there was no one good enough for me on the earth but it was o.k.-I could get married in the next life. I just told him I was going to marry an apostle. He did try to set me up with his friends that were students at BYU-Hawaii that worked in the temple with him. George tried that too only with BYU students when he worked at the Provo temple. Now I'm still single. I know what I need to do up to a point and I trust my father in heaven I just wish my counsel was different. Some things are better BUT I know I need to do my part completely despite how I just don't really want to do that. Tomorrow is fhe at 1st Dam with hiking, games, and whatever outside. NO AC!!! Dirt, sweat and nature. NOT what I like but I know I should have a good attitude, be supportive and AT LEAST TRY. I did a mapquest search and it isn't that far. The only time I'd go to these things outdoors is when I was the fhe mom and Tiffany and I were good friends. She'd pick me up to go to these things I hated. Of course I called half of our group personally EVERY time we had an activity-whatever it was and I was full of optimism and perkiness. Matt was a great partner. He called the other half too. We thought it was the most effective way to get people to show up. It was. We had many people attending our fhe activities that were NOT in our group. Matt unfortunately loooved the outdoors. He and his friends once flew to Hawaii and slept under a bridge to avoid paying for a hotel. That doesn't sound fun to me at all. That would be punishment. Sleeping on my brother's couch and having to make a late night run for contact solution is my idea of roughing it.