Happy Birthday Dad!

Today would have been my dad's 78th birthday. I can't even imagine him that old because I was worried about him when he was only 65. His death affected me deeply and helped develop my faith as a young adult. I was only 19 but felt like I had lived a life time of sorrow in those 7 long months. I learned many, many lessons, experienced a miracle, crashed to the bottom and made my faith my own. I am thankful for the time and the relationship I had with my father and I still miss him after 13 years.

Here is a photo from 1935. My Grandma Hedrick is holding my aunt betty, aunt norma has her arms crossed and my dad was only 3. What a cute little boy.