Dad never had the chance to take me fishing or hunting. We never went to the beach together to make sand castles and he never taught me how to ride a bike. In fact I remember seeing my father only twice before my fifteenth birthday. So when we met face to face outside the…
Category: Father’s day
Memories of My Father
Memories of My Father.
One Father’s Perspective
One of my uncles is a somewhat well-known author. In order to protect his privacy he will remain nameless. This uncle was Dean of the history department at a local university and the favorite teacher of many. He was funny and smart and fun to talk with. In fact, he was my favorite Uncle. I admired…
Memories of My Father
How thankful I am to have stored so many happy memories of my Father who is now in the presence of our Father in Heaven. Not many remember my gentle father as one of the warriors who battled the armies of Hitler through Italy and France. Dad spent many weeks in a field hospital after being…
