| My Dear, Dear Dad |
| Dear friends, I sure was a lucky baby. also a lucky little tyke. My Dad spent time with me, he put the training wheels on my first bike. My friends, I'll never forget that day I was the happiest, luckiest boy around. My little spirit soared high. But my bike and me stayed on the ground. I also remember when Dad took me fishing in his boat. That's when I caught my first fish. Boy, oh boy was I excited reeling in a five pound trout. It was for supper the main dish. Oh Yes, a hunting we went, I finally shot my first turkey for Thanksgiving. I had to pull most of the feathers out, it was no fun, but it was high natural living. You know my friends, all of those wonderful days I knew the Lord was in our home - every room. There was going to church, it always seemed Sundays came too soon. Thank You, Lord, for my dear, dear Dad You sure blessed me a lot. My Dad loved me and I loved him with all the love that I've never forgot. written 5/23/2005 |
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