I thought my dad was handsome.
Maybe all daughters think that about their dads. I
know that a good part of why I thought he was handsome was because I respected him.
Despite his glaring faults and sins: besides drinkin’, Dad was an impressive cusser. Dad had decided early on that his children would know that he loved them, with all his heart. Although we suffered, truly, his temper it was countered with his love. It was seldom an easy life, but it was always a certain life. No matter what, Dad would always love us. He told us that and he showed us that.
As Dad got closer to God in his daily task of sobriety, it was clear Dad was determined to do something else. It was important for him to tell us how he was staying sober every day, he told and showed us his faith. There were a thousand deeds and a thousand conversations that I can play in mind, as he offered us his own life as a witness