My Daddy

Revelation 21:4 King James Version  And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.

I have to admit that there is a sadness that is trying to creep into my heart. Tomorrow would have been my dad’s birthday and I find myself thinking about him more and more as each hour passes. I wrote the following on the anniversary of his death four years ago.  I could have written this today. So I share this with the same resolve I had back then.

I Miss You Daddy! Happy Birthday!

Two years ago TODAY I was at work and my brother Mike called and said my dad fell out. Before I could get there he called back and said my dad was gone. I’m sitting here at work and all I can do is cry for a minute as the memories flood my mind of that day. 

As God gives me the strength the go on, I am choosing to remember the good times and the good things about my daddy. He was not the perfect parent or the perfect person but who is? I certainly am not. But I know this much…in today’s society I can say, I know who my daddy is and I can say he was in my life until the day he closed his eyes.

I remember when I moved down to North Carolina about four months after my parents did. I was stubborn and refused to leave NY for a hick town! But I saw different once my folks left me and I came on.

I knew I had to work so I found a job at the Pantry which is a gas station and small store. My dad came to pick me up when my shift was done on my third day of working. He was a little early and came in the store. There I was happily mopping the floor to earn my pay. My daddy took one look and grabbed that mop out of my hand and said, where’s your boss? I said, over there….he went right up to him and said, my daughter will not be back to work tomorrow or ever. I did not send her in here to mop nobody’s floors. When is her payday? Ok, I’ll be back to get her check. Thank you! Vickie, come on here!!

I was speechless!!! All I could do was give back my little apron and walk out the store behind him. He was livid that I was mopping floors! In the car, he told me he didn’t want me to do work like that, he did it and he didn’t want me to. Wow!!!

So, today, I am sad, I simply miss my Daddy. No matter what he did or didn’t do, I know he loved me enough to want more for my life than mopping floors. I want to pass on to my children that you can do anything you want in your life, you have the potential to soar! What a legacy to pass on! Thank you Daddy! I love you!

Remembering To Live Victoriously So I Can See Him Again!,


Author: Victoria E. Henderson Poole

Psalms 23 tells us that as we are led beside the still waters, our souls are refreshed. My prayer is that the words shared here will help to lead you to that place where you can find peace. Only in Christ Jesus is there fullness of joy!

6 thoughts on “My Daddy”

  1. It’s a blessing to have fond memories and revisit,revisit and revisit. No one can take those memories away. I thought the other day, the only thing that can possibly take the memories of our loved ones is Alzheimer’s or dementia- God forbid. It was a just thought but this thought reminded me that we can’t take our time with loved ones nor the memories of them for granted.
    Enjoy your day and thinking of the fond memories of your dad may make it a bit brighter.:) thanks for sharing. We all can definitely relate.


    1. On point as always Keisa! I choose today to remember the good and smile through any tears I may shed. My day is brighter already having you share this memory with me! Love you much!

      On Wed, Mar 19, 2014 at 2:13 PM, Still Waters wrote:



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