Bob Dylan’s Quinn the Eskimo speaks of one whose appearance draws a crowd, even pigeons, and brings joy as well as the ability to rest peacefully.
In my youth, the trustworthy one with Quinn-like charisma was my father.
When Daddy, an officer in the Army Counterintelligence Corps, returned from a year in Korea, I wouldn’t leave his side. When he had health problems after retiring and was away for weeks or months at a time, I lived in anticipation of his return. When cancer proved an illness Daddy wouldn’t return from, it was a devastating loss for me. Now, I look forward to the joy of a heavenly, eternal reunion with Daddy.