Daddy
If my Dad were alive, today he would be 113 years old. My father passed away in 1972 at the age of 74. I was very angry with God for a long time that he took my Dad. It was kind of a "miracle" that I got over that anger. I have not forgotten him even tho he has been gone 39 years.
At one time I panicked because I could not remember my Dad's face. That was probably just a few years after he had passed away. Maybe 10 years. I was so distraught by that. A few nights later, I had a dream, and my dad was looking in a window at me, and do you know, I have never forgotten his face since then.
Daddy was the kindest, and strongest man I have ever known. Oh not physically strong as he had polio as a young boy and suffered some physical problems from that. But, Wow,, I was blessed to have him as my Dad.
posted by Sandi @ 9:56 PM
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1 Comments:
Having a wonderful daddy is truly one of the nicest blessings God gives. I wish EVERYONE could have daddy's like you and I had. I understand how you feel. I really wish I could have known your dad better. I was so little when he died. But, I did get to meet him, and I know someday I will be able to get to know him! : )
Tonja
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