My dad was a believer. To his core. Not just in God, but in SO many things. He was someone who had a quiet presence. So when he spoke up, BOY it meant a LOT! He was amazing. He passed away on September, 30th 2006. I still miss him everyday. His poem hangs in my diningroom. I can almost never read it without tearing up.
So, with that...my picture for "believe", in honor of my daddy.
6 comments:
How sweet:) You must get your poetry-writing soul from your dad :)
On a less solemn note....I noticed today that the longer you look at the word "believe" - it seems like it's spelled wrong. And don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about!
I have to agree. It's just one of those words.
I really liked the poem. Some people just have that gift and I'm not one of them. You and your dad definitely do.
Ahhhhhh.
ES read this to me while I was making dinner tonight. (He's really, REALLY getting into our little blogging ring. I think he's a tad jealous. :) )
Ahhhhh. That's all I could say.
Well, I did say something like how what a wonderful Anglican your sweet dad was. That's really beautiful. Perfect for the word.
Thank you all. I loved my daddy more than the world.
He was RC when he was a child and went to Catholic school even! Then, he and my mom settled on the Episcopal church when they married because she'd been protestant. So, yeah...Anglican all the way! ;)
Also, aren't you supposed to be at my house already!?!!? HAHAHA
The poem is a beautiful testament to a man who found and connected with God. We are blessed by his gift to us.
Thanks.
*note
I am choosing to believe, that when ES said "his gift to us", that he was affectionately referring to me, rather than to his poem.
Cause that would make my dad giggle too. ;)
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