Doc was a humble man never seeking the center of attention. He had a calm and loving spirit you could feel his soul from across the room. He always gave more love than he got. He reminded us to look at the happiness that we have in our lives. He taught me to follow my dreams, to believe with all my heart....for nothing not even death can keep our bond apart.
I was looking for a hero and found a father.
A special heart felt Thank You to Paul for sponsoring our dads site. Paul you have really touched the hearts of my family from your kindness.
Blessed Are They
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and nervous hand.
Blessed are they who know that my ears
Today must strain to catch the things they say
Blessed are they who seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.
Blessed are they who look away
When my coffee spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stopped to chat for awhile.
Blessed are they who never say
‘you told that story twice today.'
Blessed are they who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they who know I'm at a loss.
To find the strength to carry my cross.
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey home in loving ways.
Author Unknown
Doc was a humble man never seeking the center of attention. He had a calm and loving spirit you could feel his soul from across the room. He always gave more love than he got. He reminded us to look at the happiness that we have in our lives. He taught me to follow my dreams, to believe with all my heart....for nothing not even death can keep our bond apart.
I was looking for a hero and found a father.
A special heart felt Thank You to Paul for sponsoring our dads site. Paul you have really touched the hearts of my family from your kindness.
Blessed Are They
Blessed are they who understand
My faltering step and nervous hand.
Blessed are they who know that my ears
Today must strain to catch the things they say
Blessed are they who seem to know
That my eyes are dim and my wits are slow.
Blessed are they who look away
When my coffee spilled at the table today.
Blessed are they with a cheery smile
Who stopped to chat for awhile.
Blessed are they who never say
‘you told that story twice today.'
Blessed are they who know the ways
To bring back memories of yesterdays.
Blessed are they who know I'm at a loss.
To find the strength to carry my cross.
Blessed are they who ease the days
On my journey home in loving ways.
Author Unknown