Flashback Friday: My Daddy

     For this Flashback Friday I wanted to talk about my Daddy. When I was in the first grade, I remember my dad picking me up from school. When I got in the car, he had two (wild?) birds in a laundry basket. I really have no recollection of what kind they were or where he got them from. I immediately became attached. Well, a couple of days later, the birds unfortunately died. My seven-year old self was heartbroken. Crying. I really don't remember much about those birds. Not playing with them, not feeding them, not even if I named them. (What?!) The reason I remember this at all is because of what my Daddy did after they died and I was so upset. My Daddy took me outside for their funeral. He buried them by the birdbath in our backyard. I distinctly remember that it was raining. {Why does it always rain at funerals?} He held me close under the umbrella and prayed thanking God for the time we had with the birds and probably for me to feel better. What a sweet thing to do for his daughter! He didn't have to do any of that! But he did. I'm thankful for this memory and for my Daddy. Happy Father's Day!!!