My Dad
Eight years ago today (it was Father's Day), Dad passed away and went to his home in Heaven. I miss him. It doesn't seem possible that it's been eight years. It's seems like yesterday that I would pick up the phone to talk to him and share the events of the week. I remember him as a loving, caring, God fearing, hard working man. He didn't have an easy life growing up in the depression years, enlisting in the Army to fight in WWII, farming and being a carpenter, serving on the Selective Service Board when there was a draft, being a courier for the hospital, losing Mom to cancer, mowing grass for the church and neighbors; but, in everything he did, he did it to the Glory of God and always had a smile on his face.
He instilled in me my faith in God, to be a hard worker, to help and care for others. He was a role model for not only me, but to everyone he met. I thank God that he was my Dad.
I miss you, Dad and I love you. Thanks for the things you taught me.
He instilled in me my faith in God, to be a hard worker, to help and care for others. He was a role model for not only me, but to everyone he met. I thank God that he was my Dad.
I miss you, Dad and I love you. Thanks for the things you taught me.
Ok. Did you have to make me cry??? Grandpa was an amazing man. I know both him and Grandma are looking down on all of us with great big smiles of pride. One day we'll see them again. What a touching memoir.
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