Wednesday, March 12, 2014
I sat and watched the sun go down, the day I said "good-bye"
Not just a father was he, but a daddy and a friend.
Even when he punished me,the purpose had an end. He traded away his youth, worked hard day and night, dedication to the truth to raise his Children right. One of the last of a generation, of fathers tough and true, earned our respect and admiration, like good role models do. His life on earth has ended, and although we are empty and sad...Wounds are somehow mended will loving memories of our Dads.
(Poem/Internet)
