On Father's Day

It's Father's Day again.

I sent my kids with cards in their backpacks, and I will call the other dad's I know.

I will say extra prayers for those who have lost father's this past year. As I write this, I remember the year my father died. It had been a hard year, and that just added to it.

But, time heals all wounds - to some degree or another. And through the years, I have found myself remembering my father in different ways.

I remember him as I pull out my hammer, saw, screw driver, wrench - or any other tool he taught me to use. I remember him encouraging me to fix the lamps and replace the light switches. He taught me not to fear the roof - but to respect it none-the-less.

He encouraged me to write.... and read and experience all that life has to offer.

I think of him often, as I navigate this life....

Happy Father's Day!!