I never knew my father. He was killed December 22nd 1951 when I was four years old. He went through a Church wall, and vandals took all the Christmas presents out of the car for my sister and I. I have no idea what it would have been like to have a dad, but, I admire those that were blessed in having good fathers in their lives. Happy Father’s Day to all fathers, grandfathers, and great grandfathers.
LOLA…I am sorry for what happened to you, your sister and your mother… You are in my prayers tonight… There will always be disgusting vandals, but the good people will always outshine them… I am sure that your dad looks down on you from Heaven and blesses all of you…
Thank you Elizabeth, your words were very touching. My mother passed away in 1993, so being without both parents has been a chore. I have no idea where my sister is, we are estranged. But I’ve learned to cope. Many thanks again for your kind words. God bless you
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