It is, once again, Father’s Day. My dad has been gone for several years now and I miss him as much today as I did the day of the funeral.
There is a special bond between dads and daughters. There is a bond between dads and sons but it’s different. Most dads want there sons to be tough, rugged, and smart. And there is nothing wrong with that. But dads look at their daughters (and granddaughters) differently. They see their daughters as princesses, precious, cherished and treasured.
My dad felt that way about my sister, Marie, and me. We knew we were loved, not just because he said so, but he showed it in so many ways. He set the example for us by his Christian life. He loved Jesus and served him faithfully for many years in a neighborhood Baptist church. He was a choir member, deacon, assistant treasurer, treasurer and children’s Sunday school superintendent. He and my mom prayed together every night before going to bed. As our family grew, they named my sister, me and our spouses, every grandchild, and if they were married, their spouse, and every great grandchild. That’s a total of eighteen names they remembered in prayer every night.
My dad also showed his love through his discipline. It was just, fair and painful. But after he disciplined us, he followed it up with hugs and love.
My dad supported Marie and I in everything we did. If we wanted to participate in school or church extracurricular activities, he encouraged us to do so. He scrutinized our boyfriends, never missing an opportunity to have the “father talk” with them. He advised us on our choice of schools and careers. He walked us down the aisle and was present when all five of his grandchildren were born. And when my first marriage fell apart, he held me in his arms as I cried my heart out.
My dad demonstrated his love in so many ways that I can’t even begin to count them. I thank God that he gave me my dad!
Happy Father’s Day in Heaven, Daddy! I love and miss you!