Always There

There are words every daughter could say of her father, of always being daddy’s little girl, and I could use any of those words to invoke all the memories and feelings of him during my lifetime. But those words pale next to the truth of just who my father was and will always be in my thoughts.

My father was always there, always. There is a constancy about him, a great truth of character that many are afraid to show. Not a soul could make him be other than he was, and above all else, he was always there.

Memories return countless images of a life lived beyond fullness, I find comfort in that he has gone home, but I hurt with the desperate selfishness of knowing he will not be there for the remainder of my life.

He was always there, now he is always and forever part of me, in my heart and soul and the very best memories of my life.


- Your devoted daughter
Tammy