I never told him goodbye. Even when we were there as he drew his final breath.
My Daddy was a special man. He and I had a special relationship. He trained me well, whether it was the chores on the farm, or how to enjoy life, he gave me a lot of his insight and wisdom. Most of the time I learned just by being with him. There are many days I can remember riding with him in his beat up Chevy truck. Whether it was riding through the farm, (and opening all those gates) or a quick trip to town, my Dad and I would always have a good conversation about pretty much any and everything.
He loved life, sharing God’s love, and family. That’s what he was all about. He had a way with animals. He could sense when the cow was sick, or when the chickens were hungry. He knew how to grow some outstanding hay. He knew when to cut the hay and when it was cured enough to harvest it.
Goodwater Baptist Church was a HUGE part of his and my Mother’s life. All the people there were his extended family. I truly didn’t mind “sharing” my father with them.
Your father was a wonderful man who made a difference in life. I will miss him.
Hey, Dan–I have just read this–and loved it! (You “do” have a way with words!) What an encouragment to all of us who have loved ones (believers) who have gone on ahead. What a great reunion is awaiting us one day because of our precious Lord Jesus! 🤗