Happy Father’s Day
My father was 6′ 4″ tall and his weight was around 240. He was a hard working man and worked long hours most of his life. Even though we went through some tough financial situations as my brother and I were growing up, we were not aware of them. I never heard him say to me, “I love you Don,” until a few days before he passed on. It may have been my greatest few minutes in his presence. However, I was fully aware of the love he had for me through his support and the wa he raised me. I would not ask for a better father.
My parents had retired to Oregon from California and in 1993 we got a call in the middle of the night my mother had died over night of a heart attack. On the way home from the funeral, we knew we had to move to Oregon to assist my father, who would need assistance. The next year we were living in Oregon, one block away from my dad. He passed away in 1997. It was one of the most important moved I ever made, and I made many.
My dad loved bowling, and he bowled almost up to the end. But for two years I bowled with him, even though I was never in the same league as he was. He had several 300 games and up to a couple of years before his death he always had an average around 200. When he got too sick to take care of many things, I would stop by in the morning and fix his breakfast and then go to work. We had meals-on-wheels deliver lunch and for the evening meal we would go to his house and either bring him food or cook it at his home and eat with him. It was some of the best times I ever had with my dad. I still love him dearly.
You are loved, Pastor Don