 My dad was precious. Today he would have turned 69 years old. He was a loving man. He cared deeply for his family and those around him. As a kid the only image of my dad was one of toughness and "can do". There was nothing my dad couldn't figure out. As we both got older I began to see another side of him, one that was softer, a little less sure and perhaps even a bit nervous to venture into situations he was unsure of. He never liked when any of his children or family members traveled. He preferred that everyone stay home, where he felt we were most safe. I have fond memories of reassuring my dad I was indeed capable of taking my family on a road trip vacation to the beach. He insisted that we phone home each day to check in. He insisted, but in reality that's what I wanted to do anyway. Hearing my dad's voice was reassuring to me. It was comforting. His voice meant that everything was going to be okay. His voice meant that we would come up with a solution. His voice meant that he was there for me.
I'm thankful that my Heavenly Father's voice rings loudly in my ear but I sure do miss my earthy father's voice today. Love you pop. |
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