Why I Called Him Dad

He passed in December. He was the closest thing to my own father I had. I considered him a mentor, a confidant, and a friend. Mary’s dad had a way about him. He wasn’t quick to give advice, but always had a wise word to say when I asked. There wasn’t a thing he couldn’t fix on any of the vehicles I drove. When Mary and I decided to build a house, he helped me drive nails; plumb the bathrooms, set the walls, and finish the landscaping. When going through a particularly dark period in my life we would sit and talk pipe-lining, something we were both familiar with. It wasn’t so much we were trying to figure a better way to lay pipe in the ground as much as he was trying to help me get my mind off my current situation.

He never hesitated to come when I had an issue with anything. The only thing he chastised me about was not stopping by to see him on my way home from work. The foundation he stood upon was none other than Christ Jesus. He instilled a love for the Lord in his daughter to which I’m eternally grateful. There’s no way I can fill his shoes, but my prayer is that somehow, someway I can instill within my sons the desire to love God, love people and do whatever I can to help others succeed. He’s still with me. I can see his eyes in Mary and I can see his work ethic in my sons. I’ll see him again. I imagine the subjects we’ll discuss there won’t involve putting pipe in the ground. The discussion will center more on the greatest Father anyone could ever hope to have.

Have a blessed Father’s Day and remember the Heavenly Father who gave it to you!
 Kevin