*My Dearest Daddy*



You were so much a part of my life
When I looked at you... I saw me~
A piece of my soul-self reflected
Through your eyes...guiding me to see!

Daddy~You were always there for me
You picked me up when I fell down
And led me trough my first steps
To set my feet firmly on the ground!

You rejoiced when I was glad
And wept when I was sad~
God sent me an angel for my Dad
The best friend I ever had!

Now you light heaven with your smile~
Bringing roses and sunshine everywhere
Spreading your love around the world
Through my eyes and heart to share!

(Written For Helena)
©by Andrea Jeanne Petersen


*My Daddy and I*

*This Guardian Angel was scanned from an original
silver plate which used to be hung from my cradle
and that I treasure still.*


When the good Lord was creating Fathers
he started with a tall frame. And a female
angel nearby said:'What kind of Father is
that? If you're going to make children so
close to the ground, why have you put fathers
up so high? He won't be able to shoot
marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in
bed without bending, or even kiss a child
without a lot of stooping.'And God smiled
and said:'Yes, but if I make him child
size, who would children have to look up to?'
And When God made the Father's hands,
they were large and sinewy. And the angel
shook her head sadly and said: 'Do you
know what you're doing? 'Large hands are
clumsy. They can't manage diaper pins,
small buttons, bubber bands on pony
tails or even remove splinters caused by
baseball bats.' And God smiled and said:
'I know, but they're large enough to hold
everything a small boy empties from his
pockets at the end of a day... yet small
enough to cup a child's face in his hands.'
And then God moulded long, slim legs and
broaded shoulders. And the angel nearly
had a heart attack. "Boy, this is the end
of the week, all right', she clucked. 'Do you
realize you just made a Father without a
lap? How is he going to pull a child close
to him without the kid falling between his
legs?' And God smiled and said:
'A mother needs a lap. A Father needs strong
shoulders to pull a sled, balance a boy on a
bycicle, and hold a sleepy head on the way
home from the circus.'
God was in the middle of creating two of
the largest feet anyone had ever seen when
the angel could contain herself no longer.
'That's not fair. Do you honestly think
those large boats are going to dig out
of bed early in the morning when
the baby cries? Or walk through a small
birthday party without crushing at least
three of the guests?'
And God smiled and said: 'They'll work.
You'll see. They'll support a small child
who wants to ride a horse to Banbury Cross,
or scare off mice at the summer cabin, or
display shoes that will be a challenge to fill.'
God worked throughout the night, giving
the Father few words, but a firm authoritative
voice, eyes that saw everything, but
remained calm and tolerant. Finally, almost
as an afterthought, he added tears. Then, he
turned to the angel and said: 'Now, are you
satisfied that he can love as much as
a Mother?'
The angel shutteth up.

by Erma Bombeck


*My Daddy and I*

'Any man can be a Father... but it takes
someone special to be a Dad.'

*Santa's Letter To Me - Written by Daddy*

When Christmas time arrived and
I was a little girl, Daddy used to
write letters to me pretending he was
Santa. I felt a very special girl receiving
these letters 'from Santa' and these
happy moments I'll treasure forever
in my heart... Here you have one
of these letters...(click flag)



*My Daddy and I*

'You are a ray of light
In my life
A bright and good ray of light
In my life
And that clear and white light
you have, Is what illuminates
All the footsteps that are taking
me towards you.

You are brighter than the sun
At daybreak
Shining more than the stars of
the sky
When night comes
That ray of light that you are
Never forgets
To illuminate, each and every
moment, of my life.

In my heart I hold a special
place no one could ever fill...'


*My Daddy and his GrandDaughter Rachel*

'Any man can be a GrandFather... but it takes
someone special to be a GrandDad.'

*My Daddy and His GrandDaughter Erika on Their Very First Meeting*

'Children's children are the crown of
old men, and the glory of children
is their Father.'
(Proverbs 17:7)


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*My Daddy and I*



I THANK YOU so very much my dear friend
Andrea Jeanne Petersen for the beautiful
poem she wrote specially for Daddy and me.

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You are listening to 'Study 22/Part II'
from "Easy Pieces" by J.S.BACH.

Thank You, my dear friend Eveline

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