If there
was ever a day to talk about fathers, it is today, as it marks 20 full, long
years since my father went to be with the Lord. A few constants on this blog
would remember I had written quite a piece about my father during the past
Father’s Day celebration. (Read My Father's Daughter ). Today, however, marks a personally special
day for me and my family to remember our Dad, and I can’t help but put up a few
words.
I was such a tiny child when we
lost him and I remember being told of the embarrassing things I did at his
funeral. Running around in glee, I could not understand why such a large crowd
of people were gathered without being merry. I did not understand what loss meant. As a
wide eyed, happy little girl, i strutted in a yellow sunflower dress thinking
we were celebrating a party of some sorts. Unbeknownst to me, the most
influential male figure a girl could ever have asked for, was being interred
and I would never see him again.
Fast forward many years later, the
vacuum will surface and an insurmountable need to fill it will well up in me.
While mother dearest struggled to be both mother and father, I was petulant and
needed the firm yet gentle prodding of a father. However, that iron lady did
her darned best to raise a litter of strong, loyal, vocal and intellectually deep
children.
Continue to rest in the bosom of
the Lord, Daddy. We remember you with the warmest of hearts and importantly we
thank the Lord God for His sustenance, love, provision and immeasurable
benefits.
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