jamman_98
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One of the commandments says “Honor your Father and Mother”. So I stand before you pondering that thought. How does one Honor the people they love. I think the best way, is to live your life by the principals that are passed from one generation to another. It is not easy to do and difficult to stay on the straight and narrow path, but with perserverance it can be done. Parents want nothing more than the best for their children. I can’t imagine how my life would have been without the constant support of my Dad. It will be hard to go through the rest of my life knowing that he’s not here in the physical sense to provide that support. I can only hope that I can do what he would do when I have to make decisions.
When I think of father, I think of a man who sacrificed much for his family, provided a home, food and necessities of life. Dad was not a complicated man and my brother and I certainly knew that. Although his lectures to us over pass transgressions would probably have been a doctorial dissertation in themselves, they were given with much love and care along with plenty of stern looks.
My dad served his country through 3 wars earning comidations and accolades from his fellow soldiers and superiors. He was a devoted husband and family man. I often remarked to myself that Dad never had a best friend to go hunting or fishing. I think spending time with his family was most important. Sometimes I think he did things with us at the urging of mom begrudgingly. I remember fondly when I was 6 years old that I wanted us to go camping. My Dad said that “I do that for a living!” Mom sensed my disappointment. It just so happened that the nextdoor neighbor’s daughter was having a sleepover and they had put up a tent in the side yard next to our house. After the sleepover the next day, my Dad told me that we could sleep in the tent that night. I was thrilled. I’m sure Dad was not, but he never let me know. And we slept in the tent and I got my first camping trip.
I have lots of fond memories that I will keep in my mind and heart as long as I live.
Dan Fogleburg wrote a song as a tribute to his father and I think it sums up my feelings about my dad:
I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And papa I don't think I said
"I love you" near enough
The leader of the band
Is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs thru' my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
When I think of father, I think of a man who sacrificed much for his family, provided a home, food and necessities of life. Dad was not a complicated man and my brother and I certainly knew that. Although his lectures to us over pass transgressions would probably have been a doctorial dissertation in themselves, they were given with much love and care along with plenty of stern looks.
My dad served his country through 3 wars earning comidations and accolades from his fellow soldiers and superiors. He was a devoted husband and family man. I often remarked to myself that Dad never had a best friend to go hunting or fishing. I think spending time with his family was most important. Sometimes I think he did things with us at the urging of mom begrudgingly. I remember fondly when I was 6 years old that I wanted us to go camping. My Dad said that “I do that for a living!” Mom sensed my disappointment. It just so happened that the nextdoor neighbor’s daughter was having a sleepover and they had put up a tent in the side yard next to our house. After the sleepover the next day, my Dad told me that we could sleep in the tent that night. I was thrilled. I’m sure Dad was not, but he never let me know. And we slept in the tent and I got my first camping trip.
I have lots of fond memories that I will keep in my mind and heart as long as I live.
Dan Fogleburg wrote a song as a tribute to his father and I think it sums up my feelings about my dad:
I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And papa I don't think I said
"I love you" near enough
The leader of the band
Is tired and his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs thru' my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
