A Father's Love

I can still smell the wonderful aroma of the coffee floating through the air in our car. Dad would ask me to pour him cup after cup, as we traveled across country. Flying was out of the question. Two adults and four children; not economical.

We did a lot of bonding during those long drives, and us kids did our share of fighting. "I get the window!!" A car is a small space for so many children, but there was nothing we could do about it, but "deal with it!" However, as I look back on those times, I have memories that still cause me to chuckle.

I miss my Dad. He's gone now. He died of a massive heart attack; one minute he was here and the next minute he checked out of life. Totally blew me away. Dad has been gone for a number of years now, but his memory lives on.

My Dad made a career out of being in the military. He was in for 30 years before he finally retired. I can still see him dressed up in his uniforms. The memory I love the most is when Robert and I got married, and my Dad was dressed up in his uniform. He looked so brave and strong. When he put my hand into Robert's, there was this look of, "I like you, but don't ever hurt my baby girl"...take good care of her I'm trusting you to do that.

I've been missing my Dad, but we can't have some things back no matter how much we cry or how much we want it. We have to love other's while they are here. My Dad was a man of few words, but I never doubted his love.

I guess there are always times I wish I would have done some things differently or showed my love even more, but Dad never doubted my love either.

One can never put these deep feelings in words, but the one thing I do know is there's nothing like a Father's love.

I love you and I miss you, Dad.