My daddy is gone.
Gone to be with his Savior. With his King.
Right where he always wanted to be.
But he was only 55.
Last night I was shattered, and all I could think about were the “He will never…” and the “I will never…” agains.
They flooded me.
But not today.
Today I am flooded with memories of my wonderful daddy,
Instead.
“Once upon a time there was a boy named Tommy, a horse named Brownie, a dog named Spotty, and a whole bunch of kitty cats, the favorite of which was Snowball…”
My cousin M’s (or is it E’s) imitation of Daddy in a petstore, “This is an alligator. It’s scientific name is (fill in here). Do you know who made alligators? God made alligators! Do you know Him?”
Pancakes…with protein, with a side of the most delicious, cheesy scrambled egg.
The smell of his cotton undershirts and shaving cream.
His amazing hugs and his rough face.
His laugh.
Oh, yes. His laugh.
I got that laugh.
And now I have camp songs running through my head.
I love you, Daddy.
Blessings!
Hannah
