Thursday, June 18, 2009

The Greatest Man I Never Knew...

This was a song that Reba McEntire song. The first time I heard it, I had to play it again. That was my dad. After his death, I realized how little time I had spent with him. I know that he was great. He didn't travel the world, he failed to write a book, and he wasn't famous. He loved his children, he loved his God and never talked bad about anyone. Even Mom said that she loved to tell Dad things because he would never tell anyone.

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.


  1. Very well said... I got teary eyed...

  2. I should stop reading your posts at work ... lately I'm getting teary eyed !!!

    We don't always tell our parents or even those around us how we feel ... society today has made us all closed to 'emotion' I think ...

    If I go tell my dad I love him - he might think 'I want something' LOL

  3. Thanks,I loved my dad and he did the best he could. Now I know that, when I was younger I didn't have a clue.

  4. I have chills. What a beautiful post! I always loved that song.