by Elizabeth K Cole

Created on: December 27, 2008

If I had one more day with my dad, I would want that day to be a warm summers day with a gentle breeze blowing and he and I sitting on the old porch glider with him sharing his infinate wisdom with me once again. We have spent many lazy summer days sitting on that old green glider with dad sharing with me the secret to happiness, the wisdom of the world, the secrets of men, and how to be happy in this world. I would simply wish for one more day to sit with him and ask him just a few more questions.

One of the first questions I would ask him would be 'why did God or what ever greater power there is decide to take you away from me when I was only 18 and my life was just beginning?' I'm sure my father would have the same answer for me now that he gave me so many years ago when he informed me that he may not live very long after my high school graduation. As he said then "I have taught you all I could in such a short period of time and God does know, as I do, that you can go on without me now and it is time for you to do just that." Well, dad, I wasn't ready yet in spite of what you and God thought. I still have so many moments every day when I think 'dad, what should I do? What would you do? I don't know how to fix this problem and I wish you were here to help.' Knowing my dad though, he would simply smile and say "but you figured it out by yourself, just like I knew you would. So you really didn't need me after all did you?" And, as always, he would be correct.

The next question I would ask him would be if he were proud of my son. I would hope he would be and I think he would be but I would love to hear it from his own voice. My son is a lot like my dad and the two never even met. I would then ask him if he had any words of wisdom to pass onto his grandson that I had forgotten to pass along. I'm sure he would have a lot to say and I would listen as intently then as I did every day I shared our talking time in the past with my dad.

I would then ask him why my daughter had her car accident that left her with brain damage and what I could have done to make her life better. I know he would have the answers to that question because dad knew everything. I know he could tell me even now what to do to make life better again.

Knowing that dad's time on this earth with me was cut so short, I would have to ask my father if he were happy with the way I grew up, raised my kids and lived my life. I would have to ask him if he were happy with me as his daughter. Now, like all dads,

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