My Father

It is hard not to think of my dad today.


One of the people most likely to make to laugh on this earth. He is simple, and so incredibly smart. My memories are almost like something out of a Norman Rockwell poster.

One of the best times I remember is dad showing me how to grow vegetables in the garden. I always thought it was amazing, that he would grow the biggest, the best and most beautiful veggies in the whole world. Somehow like he was at God's right hand in the growing process.

I also am amazed that in the bottom of a dirty old factory that he was humble enough to listen to a little preacher share with him the love of God and that would change all of our lives forever.

I love to hear him sing "up from the grave He arose" on Easter Sunday morning. He sings it like someone who actually was there on Easter morning. I love it. I love hearing him tell "the three little pigs" and stories of when he grew up in Kentucky.

I love that he was smart enough to marry my mother.

My father also has an incredible prayer life. I only hope that my faith with grow and mature as it has with him as he has aged. I love that even when he has made mistakes, he still shows us what the love of God can do for us, even through those times we may fail.

They say that kids are a testament to what their parents have lived. I can only hope so. I can only hope so. I only hope to have that kind of wisdom and strength, and mostly patience.


God Bless You Dad. I love you forever!!!


Thanks to God for giving me you.


Your #1 daughter , your oldest daughter.

brenda