In Memory of my Dad

In memory of Carl Franklin Sanders

March 1, 1920-September 26, 2000

A prayer for fathers....Dear Heavenly Father, bless our dads for being our protectors, for leading us through stormy times to safety, for making us believe that everything will be all right and for making it so. Bless our dads for making a living to provide for those they love most, for giving us food, clothing, and shelter; for unselfishly investing time and money in us that they could have spent on themselves. Bless them for being our secure foundation, our rock; for holding on tight to us...until it’s time to let us go. Lord, bless these men, our dads. In Jesus’ name we pray, Amen. By Joanna Fuchs

4 years old: My Daddy can do anything!

6 years old: My Dad knows a lot…a whole lot.

8 years old: My father does not know quite everything.

12 years old: Oh well, naturally Father does not know that either.

14 years old: Oh, Father? He is hopelessly old-fashioned.

21 years old: Oh, that man--he is out of date!

25 years old: He knows a little bit about it, but not much.

30 years old: I must find out what Dad thinks about it.

35 years old: Before we decide, we will get Dad's idea first.

40 years old: What would Dad have thought about that?

45 years old: My Dad knew literally everything!

50 years old: I wish I could talk it over with Dad once more.

A Papaw is a guy who has snapshots in his wallet where his money used to be!

We miss you every day.

A part of us went with you;

You left a gap too big to fill;

You’re our Dad; you were our rock;

We love you and we always will.

See my sister, Brenda's blog for another tribute to our Dad (http://brendasville.blogspot.com/)