Cuddled in her father’s arms, she is snug and secure, because there is a father.
Looking into the small eyes gazing up from within his arms, feeling the tight grasp of a tiny hand on his finger, the father awakens to something he may never have known before: He is a father.
As a child’s trust creates a bond and transforms a man, rendering him a father, so our trust in the One Above elicits His embrace. And there, we are snug and secure.
My precious father was a father from Heaven; when he was near I always felt safe. There are
so many great words to describe my father, I couldn't find a page long enough. My father,
my love, my strength and zest for love from the first man in my life, who taught me to love G D,
and all his creations in this Universe. May you rest in peace my dearest father; while my mind has never forgot one moment of our times to-
gether.