My dad, my hero. 1932-2001
For I am now ready to be offered,
and the time of my departure is at hand.
I have fought a good fight,
I have finished my course,
I have kept the faith:
Henceforth there is laid up for me
a crown of righteousness,
which the Lord, the righteous judge,
shall give me at that day: and not to me only,
but unto all them also that love his appearing.
2 Timothy 4:6-8
My dad was a great guy, not just because he was my dad but because he was a great guy. He was kind and compassionate towards others, always wanting to quietly help someone who needed it. He was a good provider for my family, an excellent role model, and always happy. When I think back, my memories of him are laughing and smiling. I miss him terribly, but have the assurance that I will see him again someday.
One of the funny stories my mom likes to tell is on their wedding day. The picture below is of my dad on the left and his twin brother on the right. His brother is actually wearing my dad's flower - a stephanotis - and is pinning a carnation to my dad (the groom). I'm sure as my dad and uncle were discussing it, they assumed the biggest flower should go to the groom.
|Old Family Photo ~ I'm the baby|
Have a blessed day my friends.