As soon as my father died, I found myself, in my mind, crying out "Daddy!" I appealed to heaven, I appealed to the sky, I cried out to the darkness within. Daddy.
Like a little child, I needed my Daddy. I wanted my Daddy. I longed for my Daddy.
Inside us all, we still know that little child.
And I was reminded that Jesus called out "Abba!" which means, Papa, Daddy.