Your Father
In 1971, my brother died suddenly at the age of eighteen. Your Dad, your lovely, gentle Dad was there for us with genuine sadness in his eyes. Money did not matter, he was patient,we were poor and yet he provided a dignified funeral for our loved one. We live outside of Sudbury and he worried about the five younger siblings and the mom and dad who were left behind. He drove thirty miles to check on us and bring a bouquet of flowers to my mom. I will never forget. Do they make them like this anymore? God Speed Gentle Man. On To Your Reward.
Posted by M. Albert
Tuesday December 18, 2012 at 3:09 pm