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One thing I remember my father telling me just before I got married. My wife to be and I were both struggling college seniors, determined to make it on our own with no help from our parents.....my father told me, "Buddy, you can live on LOVE but you may get hungry around breakfast".
Sometime we must have lived on love as I had three part time jobs, my wife had one plus student teaching....we're getting ready to celebrate our 54 anniversary.
Father’s Day was celebrated alone and wondering why so. He wasn’t here but he was alive somewhere. Did it make any difference maybe to others, but my dad to me was the best thing that ever happened, cause I wouldn’t be here you see. From him I learn to love more I learn to forgive more I learn to love mom more. Dad gave my mom and I each other you see. Thank God for Father’s Day the first Father’s Day was the birth of Me September 11 1955 my father I learned Trinidad Duarte will always be. With all I‘be learn was I couldn’t wait to fill my father’s shoe and be the Best Father to my children who I given their Mother. So Father’s Day come on different days of the year. I’m proud to celebrate the birthday’s of my four children as the day I became their Father and my child and I were blessed because I never forget when I said to their mother
“I DO“ next’s week I’ll be saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATHER’S DAY DAD AND HEARING IT TO.
Father’s Day was celebrated alone and wondering why so. He wasn’t here but he was alive somewhere. Did it make any difference maybe to others, but my dad to me was the best thing that ever happened, cause I wouldn’t be here you see. From him I learn to love more I learn to forgive more I learn to love mom more. Dad gave my mom and I each other you see. Thank God for Father’s Day the first Father’s Day was the birth of Me September 11 1955 my father I learned Trinidad Duarte will always be. With all I‘be learn was I couldn’t wait to fill my father’s shoe and be the Best Father to my children who I given their Mother. So Father’s Day come on different days of the year. I’m proud to celebrate the birthday’s of my four children as the day I became their Father and my child and I were blessed because I never forget when I said to their mother
“I DO“ next’s week I’ll be saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATHER’S DAY DAD AND HEARING IT TO.
Fathers are backbone of family and they do unconditional love. Fathers day is a special day when we can do something for them to make them feel special. So this year, I am giving my father a popcorn gift basket by Thatchers gourmet Popcorn.
By faithfully keep their world turning every day, a father provides his family with the “gravity” that creates security and balance.
I am blessed to be both a father and a son. As a father I am proud of my kids and as a son I am happy that someone it proud of me.
My father tells a story about the first time we drove through the Appalachian mountains when I was about 6 years old. We lived in south Florida and were driving up to Michigan for the holidays. When I saw the mountains for the first time in my life I got excited and said, "Daddy! Daddy! Look at those mountains! They're almost as big as you!".
I'm a 42 year old woman now and my father is 72. He will always be bigger than those mountains.
My father taught me without the spoken words, made me good boy without stick or threaten, it was because of his unconditional love
HE WALKED TALL
HOW MANY MEN COME AND GO - -
TOUCH OUR LIVES AND HELP US GROW?
ONE SUCH MAN WALKED VERY TALL
HE HELD US CLOSE, LEST WE MIGHT FALL.
YES, HE WALKED TALL - YOU CAN'T DENY
AND WHEN HE LEFT US, WE ASKED WHY?
OUR BELOVED DAD WAS CALLED AWAY--
TO THINK OF IT NOW STILL MAKES US SWAY.
BUT THIS KIND MAN WOULD HOPE THAT WE
WOULD TRAVEL ON SO WE MIGHT SEE
THAT WE ALL MUST "WALK TALL" AND LEAVE OUR MARK--
BEFORE OUR SUN SETS, BEFORE THE DARK.
SO WHEN MEMORIES FLOOD YOUR MIND,
LET A SMILE BREAK OUT AND YOU WILL FIND--
THOSE MEMORIES OF HOW HE LOVED TO LAUGH--STILL LINGER,
THE MEMORIES OF "OUR DAD", "OUR FRIEND", WILL LAST!
In memory of our Dad, Charles Floyd Young
1914-1996
by Sara Stroud
This poem was written many years ago by my sister, Sara. She said she got the idea when a neighbor lady, said she could see our Dad's head towering way above his 6 foot fence when he was working in his yard. He loved working in the yard
He loved the Old Farmer's Almanac, so it would be a fitting tribute to him for Sara's poem to be printed on this website to honor him on this Father's Day, 2018...
Finally found the poem. Love it.
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