My daddy wasn't perfect - none of us are - but he was my daddy. He never let us go hungry or without clothes and shelter. Whatever we needed, he made sure that he had even if it meant working double shifts for weeks on end. He was a good provider. He had not-so-shining moments; there were very upsetting times along the way. However, I knew then, and know now, that my daddy loved me. I am thankful for the daddy that my Heavenly Father gave me.
I am thankful that my daddy is healed. He no longer has to fight for each breath. His heart is healed and arthritis no longer grips him with intense pain. My daddy is now with my Father and I am thankful for all that both have given me over the last forty-seven years.
Though I am deep in depression right now, I know Who holds tomorrow. While He is now holding my daddy, He is also holding me.