A photo of my grandson with his daughter, sitting together inside a piece of heavy equipment used in his construction business, brought back memories of how much my sister and I enjoyed being with our dad. We followed him around like a couple of puppies. He taught us how to throw a baseball and a football and a knife. He made us whistles out of willow branches and bows and arrows out of hickory limbs. Our dad could do anything, from overhauling our car to renovating our house. Anything needed to be built or repaired, he could do it. My dad laid the foundation for my lifelong belief in a strong, loving and faithful Father in heaven. Fathers are important. Treat them well today.
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Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham