Things I saw often:
Holding hands with and kissing my mom…often. My whole life.
Forgiveness.
Humility.
Consistency.
Love. The willing-to-sacrifice-his-own-rights kind.
Things I heard often:
Let’s see what the Bible has to say about that.
What is that to thee?
Let God take care of it.
His grace is enough.
I love you.
Things I felt often:
Respected.
Appreciated.
Cherished.
Honored.
Loved.
He’s worshiping his Lord face to face now, but if he were here on this day, Friday, February 5, 2016, the day that would have been his 91st birthday, I would not only wish him a heartfelt “Happy Birthday, Daddy,” but I would tell him what I told him nearly every day (either by phone or in person) for as long as I can remember: “I love you.”
“The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;
indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me” (Psalm 16:6, NASB).
Brenda,
I have a dozen “How to Parent” books on my book shelf. . . BUT this tribute to your dad says it all. Printing this out for frequent reference. Thank you for sharing.
How thoughtful, Janet. I appreciate your letting me know and your taking time to read the post.