I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU DAD
(ELIZABETHTON, TN USA)
The first memory I have of my dad I was nearly three years old. It had been just me and my mom until then.
We were sitting on the porch, and I whispered and asked mom who ''that man'' was sitting next to us. Mom told me that was my dad and he had been gone a long time to the war. I was 7 months old when he left. two years later my brother was born and a year later, another brother came. My dad was gentle, soft spoken, and as he liked to say, ''flexible'' the first time I saw him cry was when he walked me down to the altar at my wedding.
Several years ago he called all of us together and calmly stated he had cancer. Everyday I grieved and waited for good news maybe, I prayed and begged God to heal him. Then 23 months later, he passed away. I'm thankful for the time I had with him. He was 68.
I love you, dad.
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