Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there!

November 2003: Mom and Dad on a Carnival Cruise (they are on an excursion - you can see our ship in the background).

November 2003: Mom and Dad on a Carnival Cruise (they are on an excursion – you can see our ship in the background).

 

Unfortunately, my father unexpectedly passed away 9 years ago this August. At times, it feels like he’s been gone forever and yet on other days, it feels like it was just yesterday.

So if you’ve still got your Dad, please give him a big hug from Mom and I!

I came across this poem from Rebecca Cook and thought she nailed how I remember my father. Hopefully it resonates with you too.

 

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He wasn’t a hero,
Known by the world.
But a hero he was,
To his little girl.

My daddy was God,
Who knew all things.
And better than Santa,
With the gifts he’d bring.

I knew his voice,
Before I could speak.
And loved it when,
He would sing me to sleep.

He changed my diapers,
And sat up all night.
When my body was weak
And I’d put up a fight.

He taught me life’s lessons,
Of right from wrong.
And instilled in me values,
That I might be strong.

And so through the years,
Like a hero he stood.
Working to give,
All that he could.

His presence was important,
And we loved to see him smile.
For no one in the world,
Could emulate his style.

And so dear Dad,
My best memory to recall.
Is the gift of your presence,
The greatest gift of all.