Today is the fifteen anniversary of my Dad leaving his earthly shell and continuing his journey. And while part of me is miffed at the amount of time that has passed, another part of me is sad to no longer be able to see and speak with him. He was the first face of love I knew and I am forever indebted to him for all the joy and wonder he brought into my life. He wasn’t perfect and I am sure at times we both disappointed each other but we loved each other always and very much – of that there was never a doubt.

It breaks my heart at times that he was unable to meet his granddaughters here and hold them although I am always comforted by the story my best friend told me after the birth of my first. He told me as he was coming to see us at the hospital, he saw my father leaving. I cannot tell you how much those words have meant to me and how I will always carry them in my heart, like a precious jewel, stored away but treasured always.

My father was always there, in good and bad times, like a beacon in stormy waters, and at times, I was too immature or stupid to realize it but such an amazing teacher and a great example of what men should strive to be. It’s no accident I wound up with my husband. They are similar in a lot of ways – they are gentle and kind, respectful and righteous. They both give the best hugs and I always feel protected in the warm circle of their embrace – it has always felt like coming home.