Thursday, February 08, 2007


My father was born on this day in 1936.

He died just about exactly two years ago now, so today carries its own kind of sadness. But I also find myself profoundly grateful for his life, for his years of quiet, gentle fatherhood to my siblings and I.

Because he lived, I live. Because he lived, my children are possible.

Thanks, Dad.


Liz said...

A prayer for you, your family and for your dad.

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