Remembering My Dad

I didn’t realize that it’s been 7 years since I posted something on my dad’s birthday.  He would have been 82 today.  This grief journey is a gift, and I am blessed to be on it.2019 dad

3 Responses to Remembering My Dad

  1. Those are good memories, I’ve got a few of my own. Watching him lead music and play his trumpet in church, Christmas cantatas, singing around the piano at home while he played, him pulling us in our little red wagon to see the Rose Bowl Parade in Pasadena, outdoor camping with Dad was a challenge to get that huge army tent up, I loved getting lifted up on his shoulders when my legs were too small to keep up, doing pushups beside him, watching him work on our cars, or chop wood, his tireless work ethic to provide for us. Blessed to have a Dad who tried hard to be the best he could be.

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