Today would have been my father's 77th birthday. He died in April 1994 at 62 years old . He lovingly laid the foundation by experience and example of what I could be as a father, husband, and friend inspite of success or failure. He raised me in his profoud love of a father that reminds me even this day that I'm a son because my "father made me one". His father died when he was 60. I'm 53 and just getting started again, I hope. Psalm 103:5

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