Today is my Dad's birthday. He has been gone 3 1/2 years and I think about him at some point every single day. I love this little picture of him taken one time when He and Mom were visiting Cassie's family in Ohio. This is Dad and Josie.
I wrote down some of my thoughts about Dad one day, and I just feel like sharing them today.
April 1, 2005
Dear Dad,
I appreciate how generous you are. You find great joy in sharing what you have worked all of your life to accumulate. When the man at the service station today said that he didn’t know a better person than you, I felt so lucky to be one of your daughters. You and mom are the best people that I know, too. You chose the best mom for us, and we thank you for that. She is the best.
All of us have always had a strong desire to make you proud of us, and I think you want us to be proud of you, too. Dad, we are proud of you. I can hardly leave our house without meeting someone that asks about you and mom. You are good people, and have accomplished more for good in your lives than most people ever hope to. I’m so glad that you’ve taught us to be industrious, but also to share with others, what the Good Lord has blessed us with. I’ve never seen you be selfish with a soul. Your integrity and honesty are things that you and all of us can be proud of forever.
I’m grateful for the music that you and mom had in our home. I love to remember you singing in the mornings as we were getting out of bed. I’m glad for your encouragement for us to play the piano, and your willingness to listen to us practice. I enjoyed listening to the music that was played on our stereo at home. We enjoyed the classical and even the country western stuff.
I’m probably most thankful for your testimony of the gospel. I feel so lucky to have been born in a home like we had growing up. The gospel has always been the center of our lives, and that home life was wonderful. I loved my childhood, and I know that there are lots of people that don’t get to say that, honestly. We were raised in a home where love was felt and expressed in quiet ways every day. That wonderful part of our lives is what we are trying to pass on to our kids. We have had it so much easier than you and Mom, and we are all so very spoiled, but we still know the good place from which we came. We are who we are because of the sacrifices of our parents and our ancestors. We do appreciate it, and are so proud of our heritage.
I won’t go on and on and make you sick, but I did just want you to know how very much I love you, Dad.
Love, Lucy
Dear Dad,
I appreciate how generous you are. You find great joy in sharing what you have worked all of your life to accumulate. When the man at the service station today said that he didn’t know a better person than you, I felt so lucky to be one of your daughters. You and mom are the best people that I know, too. You chose the best mom for us, and we thank you for that. She is the best.
All of us have always had a strong desire to make you proud of us, and I think you want us to be proud of you, too. Dad, we are proud of you. I can hardly leave our house without meeting someone that asks about you and mom. You are good people, and have accomplished more for good in your lives than most people ever hope to. I’m so glad that you’ve taught us to be industrious, but also to share with others, what the Good Lord has blessed us with. I’ve never seen you be selfish with a soul. Your integrity and honesty are things that you and all of us can be proud of forever.
I’m grateful for the music that you and mom had in our home. I love to remember you singing in the mornings as we were getting out of bed. I’m glad for your encouragement for us to play the piano, and your willingness to listen to us practice. I enjoyed listening to the music that was played on our stereo at home. We enjoyed the classical and even the country western stuff.
I’m probably most thankful for your testimony of the gospel. I feel so lucky to have been born in a home like we had growing up. The gospel has always been the center of our lives, and that home life was wonderful. I loved my childhood, and I know that there are lots of people that don’t get to say that, honestly. We were raised in a home where love was felt and expressed in quiet ways every day. That wonderful part of our lives is what we are trying to pass on to our kids. We have had it so much easier than you and Mom, and we are all so very spoiled, but we still know the good place from which we came. We are who we are because of the sacrifices of our parents and our ancestors. We do appreciate it, and are so proud of our heritage.
I won’t go on and on and make you sick, but I did just want you to know how very much I love you, Dad.
Love, Lucy
