He is the mountain. Steadfast, grounded, unwavering. His presence is one of gentle calmness. But do not be misguided for under that gentleness is a Father Force. He provides and protects. He is watchful, ready to spring forth. He resonates strength. His love is boundless, interlaced in his bloodline, washing over his family like a wave of protection. He is a balm for my heart, a cloak of peace for my mind, knowing that this is the man the mountain the father who stands beside my sister. He is their mountain. He is their shelter. Forever he will stand guard. He is their love. He is Home.