Cold and misty dreary Sunday morning.
We were at church.
A voice mail on my phone.
Daddy was gone.
Ninety one years young.
Gone so soon?
Shock!
Memories...
Pride for his incredible life.
Gut wrenching faithfulness.
Love.
Trust.
Relief, he was with Mother.
Rejoicing, he was with Jesus.
His race was run.
He won!
Rachel
The carving shown in the photo above of the cowboy making coffee over the campfire was one of many different pieces that Daddy carved betweeen the age of 75 and 85, when he started carving as a new pass time.
3 comments:
Beautiful, we still miss him.
Donnie
Sweet memories. That carving is beautiful! So nice he started that during those years.
Katherine
What a beautiful treasure to have left of your Daddy, he did beautiful work!
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