Out of everyone in my life my Papa is my best friend. We have a connection that no one will ever understand. When I was only 2 years old, Papa, my parents and I were out one afternoon. While walking on the side of the cliff our feet slipped and we went falling.
Because Papa was so quick to think, he rolled me in his arms and held on. By the grace of God there was a very small ledge as wide as his back that he landed on. And he never let go of me in all the tumbling.
God saved our lives that day, and Papa saved mine. He is older now, beginning to fight dementia, but he is still the strongest person I know. Now it's my turn, and I wish I could save him. But he knows he will always be my hero.
~ Loyal Listener Nicole