Remembering

With Father's Day being this Sunday I find myself thinking more than usual about my Daddy. Floods of memories: hugs, kisses, Juicy Fruit gum, personal attention, church, laughter, tears. All of these memories are as fresh today as when they were made. My father was a godly man filled with immense love for his wife and daughters - his entire family. He was a quiet man whose spoken words held more weight than anything many eloquent people have said. Long before it was en vogue Daddy was a nurturer. He never hesitated to take us anywhere we needed to go - sit by our bedside when we were ill - brush our hair. He was Mr. Mom when Mother was tied up with something (usually one of my other sisters). He didn't have to be asked - he just simply knew when and what needed to be done. He worked 12 hours a day, six days a week, for almost 40 years - but he ALWAYS had time for us. I am so thankful for God sending me to him and my mother. I have no regrets at all when I reminisce about Daddy. (BTW 0 he died January 26, 1993).

But, I am saddened when I look at so many "children" who have never had such a precious relationship with their father. If your father is still living call him, hug him, tell him you love him. I pray that you, too, can one day say you had no regrets.