My father passed away on April 1, 1974, my 1st year in college. As much as I am grateful for my childhood upbringing and his providing. I have wonderful memories from my childhood. One remiss I have is that I never had a chance to sit down and have a beer with him. To open up and talk in depth as I ‘matured’ into adulthood, the one thing I do remember as wise counsel was this poem that hung in the room I shared with my brother. Best I can remember, it also hung in his room as gift from his father, who I never met since he too passed before i was born.
May these words provide some comfort and encouragement as we naviagate these remarkable days.
All the best to all.