I had several names for you including “The Bank”, but I usually called you Superman.  You didn’t like it, but we would go back and forth and eventually always laugh about it.  You were just that to me!

I’m thankful for the pandemic because it gave me daily chats with you.  Although you always wanted me to figure things out for myself, you gave advice because you could hear the desperation in my voice when I called you.  You prayed for us and over us all every morning without fail. I still called for special prayer requests throughout the day.  It was always comforting to me just to hear your voice when I was stressed out or worried about something.  You consistently listened and occasionally chastised me when necessary.

Family vacations were our jam.  You were especially my partner in crime on cruises and we had a ball!!!!

You always sat quietly at busy social functions, taking everything in – observing.  Even though you preferred to be alone, you were always there when we needed you.  Everyone knew they could come to you because you listened without judgement, heard what was said and would respond directly and to the point. 

I mentioned to you how much I take after you, and I’ve seen so many more ways since.  I’ve missed you so much these past seven months!    I feel like I’ve lost my biggest supporter.   

Happy Heavenly birthday daddy!   You’ll always be my superman!!!