I just wanted to do a quick post about my dad.My dad was a worker. Everything he did was to provide for our family. Every cent he made went to the family. He might have changed jobs often, but he worked like a madman at each one. I think he litterally worked himself to death. He did it for us, Dad loved us.
He called me his little angel. At least when I was little. I know that I drove him almost crazy during my teen years and early adulthood. He didn't give up on me, he always believed in me. I miss him.
I remember once when I was about 8 years old, Mom sat all of us kids on the stairs to wait for Dad to come in the house from work. When he walked in, we sang this song. I think it was one of his favorite memories... the smile on his face that night is definitely one of mine. Here you go dad!
I have a family here in earth
they are so good to me
I want to share my life with them
through all eternity
Families can be together forever
through Heavenly Father's plan
I always want to be with my own family
And the Lord has shown me how I can
The Lord has shown me how I can.
-Love you!


















