Had he still been alive today, my Dad would be turning 82. I have so many fond memories that evoke such feelings of thankfulness to the Lord for having given him to us. Having been born a twin and the youngest of 12, I doubt he got much of his parents attention and yet he was such a great Dad himself.
He was a faithful servant of the Lord and one who displayed great humility.
Here he is at Kent Falls in CT, a place where we have taken many of you.
The Brookfield Town Hall property has a petanque court which is pictured here. Dad used it several times when he would visit us in CT. Because he didn't do things by halves, he became rather competent at petanque after much practice and tournaments. Most days, providing the weather cooperated you would find him fitting in a game or two.
Tammy the dog was Dad's firm friend since he frequently took her for walks. By the way that bulging bag is full of petanque balls. You have no idea how heavy they are!
I have so many wonderful reminders of my Dad, even some of his sayings and corny jokes that we continue to use in our family. Here are some that come to mind.
In reply to "How are we going to get there?" Dad: " Shank's Pony", a.k.a walking
'Worse things happen at sea'
In reply to "Is it Friday today?" Dad: "Yes, all day".
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