Tweet Growing up I always looked to my Dad as my hero, the provider, the head of our Spiritual home, the protector, my supporter. I think that this is what most little girls do, they love them through the good and the bad. We put them on a pedestal and when we look at them we think “My Daddy”. But as we grow older we see their flaws, we see their raw emotions and in my case we see them at their weakest. Slowly they move lower and lower off that pedestal. We learn things about them, we fight with them, we get angry, we blame them, we go silent,…