In June of 1992, Dad asked me to write about father's. This was not an easy task for me because Dad and I have had our differences in the past. As a child and a teenager, it wasn't easy for me to love him. This improved greatly over the years. In Dad's defense, it wasn't all his fault. We both had very strong personalities and options and we bucked heads quite a few times. In retrospect, I would like to thank Dad. Despite our problems, his strictness and my stubbornness, I am grateful for the things that he taught me.
He taught me to love the Lord and gave me a strong foundation in my faith and even though I have strayed at times, I have been able to come back stronger than ever.
He taught me to stand up for what I believe and fight for what is right.
He helped me to develop a love of learning.
He encouraged me to develop my talents.
He forced me to be strong.
He instilled in me a love of and appreciation for family.
He exposed me to my extended family and helped me to grow to love them.
He taught me to think for myself.
Dad wasn't perfect, none of us are; but he did a pretty good job considering the fact that he didn't have his own father for a role model.
THANKS DAD!
Dad and Mom spent their last year's of their lives together in a room in Peggy's house and when I visited I could see just how devoted he was to Mom. This was further evidenced to me by the fact, that he died just one month to the day after Mom's death. I feel that he just couldn't go on with her.
Copyright © 2014 by June Saxton
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