Saturday, March 2, 2013
Dear, Dear Dad
After the last dish was put away this evening, I sat in my favorite chair and picked up the phone to call my dear dad. Before I began dialing, he was calling me. (I like when that happens.)
Dad's ankle is held together by a jillion screws now, and walking is not possible without excruciating pain. Everyone except Daddy knew it would be that way. Daddy's plans were to take off his heavy boot and resume life as he had known it.
I've struggled this week to deal with the reality of this storm. Indeed, it is a storm for us all. I'm praying for a miracle, but I need peace for today. We all need peace for today.
Before hanging up the phone, Daddy told me how much he loved me, and said if I ever needed him or Mother in any way, they would be there for me.
Dear, dear Dad. Even in his darkest hour, he was offering himself on my behalf. Only God could love me more. ♦