I loved my father. He was 56 years old when I was born, so in some ways he was more like a grandfather. I held him in awe, but he never showed me anything but kindness and concern. He was a rock of support, a shelter in any storm.
Lord, I thank you for my Dad. I was fortunate enough to have him for the first 28 years of my life; and, if I could, I would have held on to him forever.
See you in heaven, Dad.