My Fondest Memory Of My Dad
I'm sure each one of us children had a special time with dad growing up. Even though we had some rough times, the older I get the more the fond memories over shadow any of the bad ones. My dad was a very hard working man. My dad would come home from work, eat dinner with us and disappear into the basement to work on rebuilding a motor or some other car part. When we would go into his workroom we could always find walnut shells laying around because dad loved walnuts.
One day maybe even on a Sunday evening my Dad sat down on the front porch swing with me. This was highly unusual because it was just me and my dad.
I was singing some church songs. I loved to sing when I was little, probably because my grandmother would always tell me how good I could sing. My dad sat there with a happy smile while he listened to every song and listened to me chatter away like most little girls do.
It meant allot to me because He wanted to hear what I had to say and not only that but He loved listening to every word.
I thank the Lord for having a dad who cared about his family and provided our needs. I thank the Lord for had knowing him and loving him. What I would do just to sit beside him and hear everything he had to say. I know I would love every minute , every second, every word.
Susan Y Nikitenko
June 14th, 2014
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