Miscarriage and fuzzy socks

When I was around 12 years old, I went through a phase where I didn't want to confide in my dad. I would get upset and close off from him. Finally he once asked me why and I said "because I don't want you to try to fix it." And he said that's all I need to say. From there on out, whenever I got upset and said "I don't want you to try to fix it" he would get me a pair of fuzzy socks and say nothing. I got socks when boyfriends and I broke up, when friendships ended, when I didn't get the lead role in theater...

Well recently I've been suffering from a miscarriage. I haven't told my dad about it, but he knows because my husband told him (he works for my dad and requested time off. He had my permission to tell my dad what was up. Plus my mom knew she might of told him.)

Today he sent me fuzzy socks (haven't gotten a pair since I was 17) 😭😭😭

Guys, this was the most heartbreaking, yet most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. My dad and I have had an up and down relationship because he's an alcoholic, but somehow he manages to make me feel like I'm his whole world. Here's to feeling better and moving forward. ♥️♥️♥️