I must have been about 3 or 4 when Pink-Eye had me quarantined and wishing that Prince Charming would come to my rescue, and bring flowers too.
And then there he was. A twinkly smile just for me, and my first beautiful pink rose.
Broad shoulders carried me on countless hikes through the Northern Range since I was barely able to walk, and many times after that as well. Strong arms held me close when I was sick or hurt. A deep voice sang the fighting songs of the Irish, which my brother and I still sing. A grizzly Beardie playfully tickled us into squeals of laughter. A patient teacher explained the awesome wonders of the world around us. A former monk turned weekly mass into a magical place where bread and wine became the body and blood of Christ, and Jesus rose from the dead. A strict but loving voice of authority guarded a reckless teenager. The comic made his daughter laugh when he wore a green polo t-shirt to her wedding because he forgot his other shirt at home in the haste to pick up her friends at the airport. A calm steady hand guided a nervous bride down the aisle. An emotional father kissed his daughter goodbye and let her know that he is proud of her. A beaming granddad waves at an angel via webcam.
Happy Father's Day Daddy. I miss you.