Papa, Can You Hear Me?

I want my Dad. I want to look into his eyes, see his love for me, feel how he believes in me... I want to walk away knowing I can take on the world. I miss his calm. I miss the way he could put everything in perspective when nothing made sense. I miss the way his encouragement wrapped me like a blanket and he could reassure me that things would in fact work out. Faith - not bless me father for I have sinned faith - but... life faith.

And yes, I believe he can.