My Dad was the hardest working man I ever knew. He was a farmer, dairy cows, he sold when the boys left for their dreams, after that he did all sorts of jobs. He was a proud man and never complained about some jobs others would never do.
I talk to Dad more today than when he was alive. I tell him how his life influences me by his constant love for the people around him. Before he died, I told him I loved him. He smiled at me as he always did when I said those three words and I knew he loved me. Words would have been great, but the smile was his way of saying it back.
Happy Father's Day to those like my Dad.