Joyful the sound, the word goes around.
From father to son to son...
That is the photo and those are the words that I have used in my blog for the past four Father’s Days. Each time it is to honor the most beautiful man I have ever known. This year I have again decided to use the more visual tribute.
Dad and his sister Helen making their First Holy Communion
Dad’s faith was always the most important thing in his life. I so dearly miss praying with him in the morning. I keep his Rosary next to my bed. This past Good Friday I used it. Thank you, Dad.
|Dad in his Army uniform|
Dad at work with a big smile on his face
He’s smiling because he loved providing and caring for his family. I don’t remember ever hearing him complain about going to work, no matter how tired or sick he was. Thank you, Dad.
|Dad with his family celebrating my birthday in 2009|
Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderful
Oh, my Papa, to me he was so good
No one could be, so gentle and so lovable
Oh, my Papa, he always understood.
Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee
And with a smile he'd change my tears to laughter.
Oh, my Papa, so funny, so adorable
Always the clown so funny in his way
Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderful.
Deep in my heart I miss him so today.
Thank you, Dad.
Until next time…from the booth.