This day has been filled with celebration of my dad.
Memories have flooded my mind, not the big happenings in life, but the small things that make up life. It’s impossible to remember him without thinking of the many gifts he gave me—no, not touchable gifts, but the intangible ones of love and security and a solid foundation to build my life on.
He taught me small things like reading a map. Dad handed me a map once when we were on a car trip, he showed me where we were and where we were going. Then he said the next time we came to an intersection I had to tell him which way to turn, pretty heady power for a ten-year old little girl. We got lost a few times but we got there. I can still read maps and find my way most anywhere.
Now my dad could…
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