Daddy

As I sit here tonight in this early morning hour I am drawn to think of my dad. I was just looking at the calendar and its been almost three weeks since he was called home. Part of healing is having the ability to talk openly about the person. Recount the memories and emotions that surrounded that person.

My earliest Memory of dad was when I was about two years old. I can remember that we had a huge snow storm in Georgia that winter. We had about three feet of snow on the ground and my sister needed formula. The roads were impassable. So dad sets out walking to get her formula I followed in behind him and the snow was above my head. I can remember yelling out for dad to get me.. He turned around when he heard me. He picked me up and asked where are you going baby. I said I wanna go with you daddy. He took me back inside to my mom. I pitched a fit cause I wanted to go with my daddy. I can remember the moment he lifted me from the snow how I felt safe and protected. I can remember his deep hearted laugh and the warmth and love that shown from eyes as they twinkled at my innocence. I remember not understanding why I couldn't go with dad. He walked to town to get my sister her formula and came home. I remember running to him and jumping in his arms when he made it back home. I asked a million questions as a small child will do. That day Dad became my hero.. Because he was awful brave to walk through that bad storm.

My second memory of Dad was him keeping vigil by my hospital bed. I was three years old and had kidney reflux. It required surgery to enable me to urinate again. The doctors and nurses came to wheel me to surgery and I cried wanting my daddy to go with me. I begged him not to let them take me away. He said baby I will go with you as far as the elevators but I can't go any further than that. He laid his large gentle hand upon my head and prayed as he had been doing for days and weeks while the doctors figured out what was wrong. I remember his loud deep voice echoing out and asking God to guide the doctors hands and to heal me. I remember looking up into his face and seeing tears slipping quietly down his cheeks. I told him in my little girl way Daddy don't cry and I cried to. When I woke up from surgery in my hospital room and Dad sat holding the most enormous yellow heart filled with chocolates. He exclaimed look what Daddy got you sweety. I remember Daddy feeding me chocolates and saying don't worry about ruining your dinner you deserve it.

Stay tuned for more memories of Daddy.