My Dad passed on a year ago in March. I can remember his broad smile and
his warmth. He showed his love in everything, every word and every act.
He was a very pious man -- deeply religious and very mild mannered. He did
just about everything for all of us. I never had to even pour my coffee in
the morning when I was single and living at home, as he would always have
it ready. He always had a kind word for everyone. He was a saint among us
and I was blessed to have such a man for a father.
In talking with the Pastor after his death, he said that most people have a
good side and a bad side and when they passed on they left the bad side
here but that my father was one of those very special people that had no
bad side. I knew that that was how it was with my father. I can remember
him saying to me all the time, "Judy, did you say your prayers?" I would
get a bit ruffled by that, but now, I would give anything to hear him ask
me that question. I could fill a page with examples of his devotion to God
and family. When times were tough and not much money, Dad sacrificed his
coffee money to give to the church. He walked miles and miles to work when
there wasn't enough for a bus. Dad would carry me miles to church, as my
feet would get tired. He washed all our clothes, the floors and did
everything for my mother and us even though he worked two jobs and like I
said did it lovingly -- nothing seemed to be too much for him to do for us.
My father did something even more then that that I mentioned, he showed us
what true love, compassion and faith really means and is. May he now be in
the comfort of His arms.