Description: My dad and I. If I close my eyes, I can remember the days I spent as a child with my father. I can see images. I can see faces. I can see some places. It was happy, but it was infrequent. With my parent’s divorced my father wasn’t around our home at all. We drove miles and miles to see him. And, even, on the weekends when I saw him, I didn’t spend much time with him. He was busy. I was young. And I was a girl. When we moved to Oklahoma, I lost touch with him. He didn’t reach out to me and I didn’t reach out to him. I felt rejected. We drifted. As an adult, I felt little need for my father. I managed well with my mom as my springboard and my mentor. But somewhere along the line of becoming a Christian, I realized I needed to forgive my father for any thing he may have done wrong or neglected to do. I needed to love him as Christ loved me…unconditional. I regained contact with him and I learned to love him “just because.” As a grandparent, my father enjoys seeing his granddaughters. Whenever we visit Mike’s parents we make a day trip to Indiana. We can sit together. We can talk together. We can laugh together. We can do all this because I decided, “I love you just because.”