Just Like My Dad

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My Dad, my self and my two sisters. I’m the peanut on the far right. (My mom’s in the back with her head cut off!)

Growing up I was frequently told I was just like my Dad.

This was never meant as a compliment.

It usually came from my Mother. Frankly, it always came from my mother.

I knew what she meant… I was stubborn, hard-headed, sarcastic. And, I guess as a teenager, especially, those things were, and are true.

I’m 51 years old now. My Dad will be 82 this year. I look at him and this is what I see:

A man who has very little in this world, but that’s because he is generous to a fault and would give you the shirt off his back.

A man devoted to his family, from the oldest, his rapidly passing brothers and sisters, to the youngest, my grandchildren, the youngest of which is 8 months old. He’s there for each and every one – reaching out with his life, remembering each one in his prayers.

Is he stubborn? Hard-headed? Yes…he knows what he believes and he’s not easily swayed from the truths he stands on. He’s a man of strong character. You don’t see that much anymore.

And he’s a man of God. Devoted to his Savior, he seeks to honor Him with his life daily.

My mom has been gone for over twenty years now.

But, I hope when she looks down on us and observes my life today, she still says,

ā€œShe’s just like her dad.ā€

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My Dad and my sweet step-mom, Eva

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