love you, dad

1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.
2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3 If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
5 It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.

7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8  Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.
 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part,
10 but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.
11 When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.

12 Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror;

then we shall see face to face.

Now I know in part;

 then I shall know fully,

even as I am fully known.

13 And now these three remain:

faith,

hope

and

 love.

 

But

the

greatest

of

 these

is

love.
1 Corinthians 13

The Lord in his mercy came this evening to take my Dad to be with him.

 My heart aches with the loss, but my Spirit rejoices in Christ, my Saviour.
Dad has found
Peace.
Rest.
Joy.
Like none we've ever known here on earth.
Thank you, Jesus.
Love you, Dad.
I'll
miss
you
always.
But we'll meet again,
and when we do,
there will be
no
more
cancer
or
death
or
tears.

Until then,
I'll always be,
your girl.
XXOO

"You’re the end of the rainbow, my pot of gold.

You're daddy's little girl, to have and hold.
A precious gem is what you are;
You're mommy's bright and shining star.
You’re the spirit of Christmas, the star on the tree.
You’re the Easter Bunny to Mommy and me.
You’re sugar, you're spice, and you're everything nice
And You’re Daddy’s Little Girl.
You’re a treasure I cherish, all sparkling and bright.
You were touched by a Holy and beautiful light;
Like the angels who sing, a heavenly thing;
And you’re Daddy’s Little Girl."

I can still hear him singing.