Her hair was up in a pony tail, her favorite dress tied
with a bow. Today was Father's Day at school, and she couldn't
wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her that
she probably should stay home. Why the kids might not understand
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid. She knew just what to say. What
to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter
But the little girl went to school anyway, eager to talk
about a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls.
In class were dads along the walls for everyone to meet,
children squirming impatiently anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called a student from the class to
introduce their dad as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name, every child turned
to stare. Each of them was searching for a man who wasn't
her father at?"
she heard a boy call out. "She probably doesn't
have one," another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back
she heard a father whisper, "What a deadbeat dad.
I hope she doesn't have a sister."
The words did not offend
her as she smiled up at her Mom. And looked back at her teacher,
who nudged her to go on.
And with hands behind her back, she slowly began to speak.
Out from the mouth of a child came words incredibly unique:
Daddy couldn't be here, because he lives so far away. But
I know he wishes he could be since this is such a special
And though you cannot meet him, I wanted you to know . .
. all about my daddy and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories. He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes, and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him, I'm not standing here alone
. . .
. . . cause my daddy's always
with me, even though we are apart. I know because he told
me he'll forever be in my heart."
With that, her little hand reached
up and lay across her chest feeling her own heartbeat beneath
her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of
dads, her mother stood silently in tears, proudly watching
a daughter who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love of a man no longer in her
life doing what was best for her . . . doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight
into the crowd, finishing with a voice so soft but its message
loud and clear.
"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star. And if he could, he'd be here but
heaven's just too far.
You see, my dad was a policeman
and had died this past year when airplanes ran into the
towers and caused us all to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes, it's like he never went
away." With that she closed her eyes and saw him
there that day.
And to her mothers amazement, she
witnessed with surprise, a room full of dads and children
all shook their heads.
Who knows what they saw before them, who knows what they
felt inside. Perhaps for merely a second, they saw him by
know you're with me, Daddy," to
the silence she called out. And what happened next made
believers without doubt.
Then suddenly an event occurred that
no one could explain. A long-stemmed rose appeared on a desktop,
clear and plain.
It blessed a child, if only for a moment on that day, by the
love of her shining star with a gift that heaven was really
not that far.
It takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate
them, a day to love them, and an entire life to forget them.