About 9 years ago my Dad began the lengthy process to become a Volunteer at Children's hospitals in Portland, Oregon. He volunteered to be a Chemo Pal.  A chemo pal is an individual that gets assigned to a child undergoing treatment and whenever that kid has chemo, you are there. You are there being their ipad buddy or their wagon puller or playing Cars or Princesses; you are whatever that kid needs you to be to get thru chemo that day. So my Dad was playing an integral role in the treatment of all these children we all didn't and would never know. We thought "how wonderfully weird, good job Dad".  Because this made little sense to us for a couple of reasons; he lives about 170 miles one way from Portland and we have never had any childhood cancer in our family.  So yes, over all these years we thought, "how wonderfully weird". 
And then January third happened.  Mass. Right Kidney. Inches not millimeters. Cancer. Stage 2. Bed at chla.  And then the "wonderfully weird" thing my Dad had been doing all those years for all those kids started making a lot of sense.  It is clear that my Heavenly Father put him in that place all those years before to help those kids.  And to help Me.  And to help Evelyn Macie.  He knew the time would come that I would need my Dad to do for us what he then knew how to do so well.  He was prepared. In this experience there have been few greater testaments than my Dad making the "wonderfully weird" decision to be a Chemo pal.
Heavenly Father's love is divine, he prepares only to love and bless us.  How amazing to me his love for us in preparing my Dad to bless us continously through the hardest trial of our lives.  And how thankful I am that my Dad was not only worthy to hear the call but made the faithful choice to heed it.  Thank you Dad.  Thank you.  Happy Father's Day every day.