You read the “funny papers” to me every Sunday morning until I could read them to you – and you always laughed more than I did.
You taught me how to ride my bike – never even thinking about training wheels – “Go, Suga Buga”, you said. “You can do it!”
You only spanked me once – one tiny “pop” on my leg – and it broke my heart I had disappointed you.
You worked hard, and you taught me to work hard too – to show up, to be on time, to put my best effort into everything.
You were always fair, always honest, always good . . . and so very kind.
You only had a high school diploma, yet you were – and are – the wisest man I’ve ever known.
Mama was your queen, I was your princess, and God was your king.
You were my guide through all the highs and lows of my life. And then you were gone, leaving me to forge ahead with what you’d taught me.
It surely was easier when you were here.
You’ll be my Hero forever.
When we meet again – as I know we will – my first words will be, “I love you, Daddy.”
And you’ll grin, and you’ll hug me as only you can hug.
I wonder if there are funny papers in Heaven.