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.
2 comments:
A prayer for you, your family and for your dad.
((((steve))))
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