One last letter to Dad...

Dear Dad,
I'm struggling with where to begin, Dad. Perhaps, then, I'll begin with my memories.
As a little girl you were my superhero. While being tall and strong were definitely to your advantage, I will never forget your patient love for me. How often I'd sit on your back while you took a catnap and clip barrets into your hair! Not once can I remember you becoming annoyed with me...
On a few precious occasions, you'd let me ride in the tractor or combine with you. You always told me where to sit and something in your tone told me that I shouldn't leave that spot, especially when we were moving. You were there to keep me safe.
Some of my favorite times were spent playing one sport or another. Many people added to my learning and development as an athlete, but you, Dad, were always there to either cheer me on, rebound a ball, have a catch, or talk strategy in general. Even when things were at their most difficult, your words rang clear and consistent, "You're OK, Jo."
Even when I left Iowa to go to college, you and Mom were so willing to drive the distance to visit and watch me play ball. I remember my utter astonishment that time our little dog Bear trotted through the door of the gym, pulling you along at the end of his leash!
And when at my wedding I feared my hand would be crushed under your arm as you walked me down the aisle...even now, 10 years later, I'm thankful that you let me go. Our relationship transformed at that point. You relinquished your duty as protector to Matthew. While you were still my dad whom I loved deeply, you became a trusted friend and confidant. The Lord forced us both to grow in new ways.
You have loved my husband as your own son and for that I will always be thankful. You loved my children so tenderly, protecting them with your strong arms just as you did me. They will never forget that, they told me so. I will never forget your bear hugs and lifting me off my feet. I didn't think I was so special, but that hug changed my mind.
You and Mom walked many a hard road. I saw how your trust in the Lord grew. I heard in your voice and through your tears the tender love and passion you harbored for your Lord Jesus. Even now, as Matthew and I travel difficult paths and grow in grace and faith, I think often of the way you and Mom grew to love the Lord and each other more and more .
And now, Dad, your road has ended. Without doubt I know that the Lord has led you into perfection, into His blessed and secure Presence, into the wonderment of heaven. Is it amazing? Is HE wonderful?
One day, Dad, I will know too. My head and heart and eyes will all be in agreement, just as your's are now. All faith will be made sight. All joy made full. All happiness will burst forth as ceasless rivers of praise to our Savior.
Oh, Dad, I miss your hug already. My love for you will remain in my heart.




In loving memory of my dad, Leo: December 20, 1939 - February 23, 2011.