Thankful for my Father

When I was a little girl, I thought my Dad could do anything. 
I knew he worked hard to take care of us.
I also knew that when he disciplined us, it was for our good.
He was the kind of man who never met a stranger.
As he aged, he never lost the ability to make friends with everybody.
He never told me that he loved me, but I knew he did. 
He showed it by the way he cared for us.
He went to meet Jesus and my Mother on December 27, 1991.
I would love to be able to sit down and talk with him again.
Someday it will happen; I think he'll welcome me when I enter my eternal home.