As I was driving today I heard a lot of songs about Dads. I started thinking how Blessed I was to have the most amazing Daddy. I remember him working so hard and working alot of overtime. He would come home with Fiberglass in his hair and on his clothes. He never complained about how tired he was although we could always tell. When I was very young my Daddy and Momma took dance lessons at Arthur Murray Studios. Daddy always looked so handsome in his suits and Momma so elegant in her fancy dresses. I started thinking about the story that I share each year at this time. A story about dancing with my Daddy. When they came home from dance lessons I would always dance on Daddys feet. He would twirl me around and sing to me. I always looked so forward to those precious moments with him. He was a gifted writer. We did not know this for many years. He was killed in a head on collision. The day we went to the wreckage we found a music notebook that he carried with him. In his book was many pages of lyrics that he had written over the years. He was a very spiritual man . He loved God and it showed in his writings and his everyday life. I sure miss Daddy and I sure wish I could Dance with him again.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Jun 2013 03:07:47 +0000
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