Remembering Dad

Happy Father's Day! How I wish I could tell him that and give him a hug. It has been such a long time. I miss him..he died in 1992.

I do believe that he was more of Dad than a Father..that name just did not fit. I never remember calling him "Father" only Daddy and later, Dad. When grandkids were added to the family, he became Pop or Papa but still not Father and definitely not Grandfather. Father has the connotations of stiffness..of formality..neither of which describes Darius. I miss going fishing with him and I miss walking in the garden with him. I miss sitting on the front porch listening for the owls and eating watermelon in the fields. I miss seeing his old Jeep pickup truck rattle down the road. I miss being "Daddy's little girl". Oh, how I miss him. Happy Father's Day, Dad! I love you!

~The greatest gift I ever had

Came from God; I call him Dad!

~Author Unknown~