My Daddy - Father's Day 3-6-5
Best Dad Ever My Daddy. That is how I fondly referred to Charlie Lee Works whenever I spoke about him to others. Not "my father." Not "my dad." He was always my Daddy. Whenever I shared one of my big ideas with him, he would smirk, slowly shake his head, look me directly in the eyes, and say, "Girl, you really know how to tell stories." As a child, I took that to mean I had a wild imagination. What I understand now is that my Daddy never dismissed my dreams. He never told me what I couldn't do. He never laughed at my aspirations or made me feel foolish for believing something was possible. Because he believed in me, I learned to believe in myself. I loved my Daddy deeply. Even during the times when we knocked heads, he still walked on water in my eyes. My Daddy worked hard. Very hard. As a child, I never heard him complain about it. I watched him show up, provide, and keep moving forward. I assumed that was simply how life worked. I thought the peace...