|3 Days Old with my Daddy|
This is a repost of a poem I wrote about him and that day God called him to heaven.
"In Honor of My Father"
Just one look was all I needed.
Bear hugs and sloppy kisses.
Old movies and musicals late at night.
Jurassic Park at the movies with friends.
Ice Cream Cones from Braums.
Driving lessons at a local park.
Cool fall evenings at high school football games.
2 AM knock on the door.
Where is my Bible?
What to read?
"Just open it, precious one."
"I AM. . . ."
"A father to the fatherless and a defender of widows." (Ps. 68:5a)
Peace in the midst of a grief filled storm.
I miss you, Daddy, every day and look forward to the day when I will see you again.