My father.
To me, he’s Daddy.
To my daughter, he’s Papa.
He’s always been there.
As I grew, and as she grew,
And grew,
And grew.
For as long as she and I can remember,
And for as long as we live,
He has been, and will be,
A warm, strong, loving presence.
A constant.
If I had to, I could bet the world on my father’s love.