It was fourteen years ago today that my dad died. Hard to believe. Fourteen years without a father to call.
Some of you know how it feels. Some of you don’t. Some of you don’t have much of a father to call on in the first place. Some of you do (or did).
A few weeks ago I ran across this song by Chet Atkins, and I saved it just for today. On some level I think everyone can appreciate it. I especially do today.
Minutes to Memories 
Blessings on this day–may you be overwhelmed with good memories–may you know the Father’s peace.
Thanks!
Thanks, guys…
Al… I’m a day behind… but I’ve always admired your love for your dad and been grateful for the blessing he was in your life. I’m sorry I never got to meet him. My stepdad will have his funeral tomorrow.