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On April 12, 1998 I lost the most important man in my life.  It was Easter Sunday morning at 5:30am-almost sunrise.  My father was a little man but he could bring a 1200 lb horse down to his knees.  His death that morning was not expected but then again he had always been like a cat with nine lives.
But I thought to myself what a great day to die....Easter Sunday morning at sunrise.  Of all the days to choose I think he left this world on one of the best days.  

I certainly do miss my father but if God said he would give him back to me the way he was when he died...I would say no.  He suffered enough on this earth but now lives a care free life in heaven.  

Here are some tidbits about my father:

He was 33 degree Mason and gave lots to the Sottish Rite Children’s Hospital.  (Something we didn’t know until after he died)

He had a law degree...passed the bar...but never practiced law a day in his life.  He just loved it.

He took a brick masonary course for a year or so and learned to lay brick properly. He did a few projects but just wanted to learn to do it.  

He was a lover of books and read all the time.

He loved guns and carried one all the time.

He was man of God and loved the Lord.  It showed through his life.  

My father had a funny sense of humor.  When my (3) sisters and I would visit and all the cars would be at my parent’s house..he would go and sit out on the front porch each time.  I asked him once why he did that and he said he didn’t want anyone to think he had died.  LOL

He kept my boys for me after he retired.  He would pick up my oldest from elementary school each day.  He would get in the car line like all the other stay at home moms.  He grew to know them and they all loved him.  He would then pick my son up and take him to Gary’s Hamburgers where they would make my son a fresh batch of french fries.  They did this every day.  

He owned horses his entire life.  Loved them and knew everything there was to know about raising horses and caring for them. He had two when he died at the age of 75.  

He was a WWII Veteran serving in the army.  He was stationed in London, Belgium, and France as a communications specialist.  He didn’t speak too much about the war...not good memories.

I think the thing that I loved most about my father was all the good he did for people that we never knew about until after he was gone.  My sisters and I heard story after story about how he helped this elderly lady who didn’t have enough money to get her groceries...or how he helped a little boy get into the Scottish Rite hospital who couldn’t hear.  Or how he helped a single mother pay her rent...and the list goes on and on.  He never told us this stuff but other people knew and his own family did not.  

He was a good man and I’m so glad that he was my father.  I was blessed to have a good childhood and great parents who taught me to be grateful for what I have and to help others.  

Today on Father’s Day I remember you, Daddy!  Thank you for being my daddy!  

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