My Daddy

On December 28th, 2021, my dad passed through the veil of mortality and met our redeemer, Jesus Christ.

My dad had practically every health problem you could think of from occasional skin cancer to kidney disease. For most of my life, he was in bed. Before all this sickness, he was a master woodworker. Our miracle worker with wood, whichever you prefer. His attention to detail in his woodworking projects never creased to amaze me and everyone who knew him.

He built everything, including my parents house and the crib Garrett sleep in when he was a baby. Any children we have will sleep in that crib and I’ll always remember that my daddy built it with his own hands.

My daddy is my biggest hero.

Through all of his trials in life, he stayed positive. He had a sense of humor that spoiled into nearly everything he did and a laugh that was a contagious as it was loud. I have my Daddy’s laugh. 🤣

When I was in high school and crying because I’d been picked on or something like that, I went to my dad crying. He held me until I called down. In the midst of my dramatic breakdown, I cried out something along the lines of, “why did God do this to me?”

It was one of the many times he lived the quote found in the book we Latter-Day Saints see as scripture, the Doctrine and Covenants.

43 Reproving betimes with sharpness, when moved upon by the Holy Ghost; and then showing forth afterwards an increase of love toward him whom thou hast reproved, lest he esteem thee to be his enemy; Doctrine and Covenants 121:43

He said to me, “Never say that again. God is never too blame for your circumstances.”

He didn’t snap very often, but when he did, you knew he was serious and he meant business. I’ll be honest, I felt a little sheepish.

Then, he softened his tone and stroke my hair before continuing.

“That’s how I’m able to handle all the health problems I’ve had. I never blame Heavenly Father for my problems. Because of my Savior, Jesus Christ, I’m strong enough to handle what comes at me.”

That has stuck with me.

I’m certainly not perfect at it, but I’m trying.

I’m so grateful I got the privilege of having Stanley Mac Wilson III as my daddy. He was and is the best man I’ve ever known.

I love you, Daddy! I miss you with all my heart and I can’t wait to see you again one day. Until then, I’ll do my best to be the daughter you deserve.