If I had my choice
Of daddies in a line
I'd step right up and pick you out
And say that you were mine.
And so I'm glad
That when I came
To Earth like all the rest
Heavenly Father chose the Dad
He knew I'd love the best.
I sure do miss my Dad. It doesn't seem like seven years have passed since he was called home. I know
he must be very busy and doing his part to build the Kingdom of God and I know he must be very happy
doing it.
How I have missed our chats about genealogy. I am sure if I could get myself working in it again some way he would whisper to me which way to look. How I long to see his sparkling eyes and the grin he always wore. I loved his quiet moods too, when he would be in deep thought. He always thought things through.
I miss his little songs that he would make up out of the blue. The way he played little jokes and pranks to make you laugh out loud. I miss his cooking, he had that magic touch of trying things that were new, and
most of the time they turned out great, except that mexican stew.........
I hope he's there when my time has come, to help me pass the vial , to see his friendly and loving face. To put my fears away, I hope that I can do that. I know with his help and Mom's it will be much easier to join them.