Summer of Psalms: Missing My Father
Western Kansas Sunset by Paul Moore Psalm 116:15 (KJV) Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. I miss the way he loved his family. I miss his deep chuckle. I miss his "Dadisms." I miss his weekend breakfasts. I miss sitting on the kitchen floor, eating smoked oysters on crackers with him. I miss him reading the Sunday funnies to me. I miss our talks about business management. I miss how he loved my daughters. I miss watching him grill steaks and burgers. I miss cranking homemade ice cream with him. I miss summer road trips with him. I miss how he loved my mom. I miss how he thought I could get geometry if I just relaxed. I miss catching fish with him and my brother. I miss how safe he made me feel when I was afraid. I miss my father. *** Notable Quote: "Sorrow makes us all children again--destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing."--Ralph Waldo Emerson