He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. ~ Clarence Budington Kelland
He's been gone for 32 years. A lifetime. A second.
Today would've been his 97th birthday.
He was a kind, generous man.
He loved his family and gave us a life that was good.
He didn't have much and worked hard for what he had.
He loved our mother.
He loved his children.
He wasn't perfect.
But, he was a strong, compassionate, caring man who did so many things for so many people simply because it was what needed to be done. He did the right thing without expecting a reward and he expected us to do the same.
If there is a better definition of a hero, I don't know.
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