Oh, My Papa

Joyful the sound, the word goes around.
From father to son to son...

That was the photo and those were the words that I have used to close my blog on each of the last two Father’s Days. Each time I was honoring the most beautiful man I ever knew. This year I have decided to make my tribute more visual.

Dad and his sister Helen making their First Holy Communion. Dad’s faith was the most important thing in his life. I dearly miss praying with him in the morning. I keep his rosary in my drawer next to my bed.

Dad in his Army uniform. He bravely served our country in World II from age 19 to 21. People like Dad are the reason his generation is referred to as “The Greatest Generation”. He never intended to be a hero, but he was.

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 ever remember hearing him complain about going to work, no matter how tired or sick he was. 

Dad with his family celebrating my birthday in 2009. It was the last time that ever happened. He loved his family more than anything on this earth. We were truly blessed to have him as a part of our lives for as long as we did.

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.  

Until next time…from the booth.