My daddy. I miss you so much. The older I get, the more I wish I could talk to you again. You are still my hero. Thanks for raising Andy and me in the Church and teaching us to love God and love our family.
I will always remember the conversation you had with us a few years before you died. It changed my life then, but it has changed everything since we had our own kids.
You sat Mom, Andy, and me down and said, “My priorities have been messed up. It’s been God first, church second, and family third. From now on, it will be right - God first, family second, church third, then everything else.” That taught me that family is everything. It also taught me that I will make mistakes and do some things wrong, but I should be man enough to admit I’m wrong and be willing to change.
Thank you for being the definition of a Godly man. I will always aspire to be like you. If I’m half the man you were at the end of my life, I will have been successful.
I love you, Dad!