Dad’s

God took the strength of a mountain, the majesty of a tree, the warmth of a summer sun, and the calm of a quiet sea.

Then he took the generous soul of nature, the comforting arm of night, the wisdom of ages and the power of the eagle’s flight.

He added joy of a morning in spring, the faith of a mustard seed, the patience of eternity and the depth of a family need. Then God combined these qualities, when there was nothing more to add he knew his masterpiece was complete, And so, He called it…Dad

When the Kids Go to Bed

I love, love, love my dad! Not just because he’s my dad, but for his personality. My dad is a jokester. He’s funny, loving, playful, and caring. I remember when I would little everyone would call him “Uncle Al The Kiddies’ Pal.” He would always have us laughing and wouldn’t think twice about getting on the ground and getting attacked by myself, my brother, and all of our cousins. Never would he lose his temper with us, even when I busted his nose doing a cartwheel.

Favorite Childhood Daddy Memories:

1. Fishing at Brickyard Pond; just the two of us.

2. Letting me shift the gearshift selector from the passenger seat while he pumped the clutch.

3. The tickle-monster arriving by The Who’s “Magic Bus” – I’m going take that bus to you…

4. Playing Huey Lewis and the News “The Heart of Rock and Roll” every time we crossed the…

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