Daddy

Twelve years ago on Father's Day my Daddy died at Presbyterian Hospital. Sloan, Margie and I were with him, and Marilee was en route. I remember his breathing was becoming more difficult and I grabbed the Bible and read the 23rd Psalm. As it happened, he died moments later. We read that Psalm at your funeral, Daddy. And I recited it dozens of times on our hike. We prayed for you last night at dinner and today took a bouquet of magnolia blossoms, gardenia, and fig branches from your beloved Sunrise Point to your grave. We put the flowers beside the plant Marilee had brought last week and had another prayer for you. Your dear Margie is healthy and content in the beautiful home that you built together.