He was a man's man. He loved fishing. He loved sports. And most of all, he loved his family. He was very proud of being able to support us. I remember one time mother suggested that she might get a job to help out financially. My daddy said absolutely not, that he could take care of his family. He was the finest man I have ever known or ever hope to know. He was daddy to my sister, Myra, and I, "Pop" to his grandchildren and greatgrandchildren, and Dibb to his friends. He took care of my mother night and day for ten years when she was ill with Parkinson's Disease. That is just the kind of man he is. I love you, daddy!
I have two sons with families of their own. They are both wonderful daddies carrying on in the tradition of Pop. God bless our daddies everywhere and Happy Father's Day to them!!
even when it is just a whisper of the heart. . .
Have you ever noticed. . .
I find myself talking to them. . .
reasoning and remonstrating with them. . .
and adoring them as if they were human beings. . .Much laughter I provoke among my friends by so doing,
He was a man's man. He loved fishing. He loved sports. And most of all, he loved his family. He was very proud of being able to support us. I remember one time mother suggested that she might get a job to help out financially. My daddy said absolutely not, that he could take care of his family. He was the finest man I have ever known or ever hope to know. He was daddy to my sister, Myra, and I, "Pop" to his grandchildren and greatgrandchildren, and Dibb to his friends. He took care of my mother night and day for ten years when she was ill with Parkinson's Disease. That is just the kind of man he is. I love you, daddy!
this is what God gives to us each day. . .
blessed every day, and you will find yourself. . .
living in a world of blessings!
Counting myself blessed today because I know each of you, dear friends.
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