He was a real man

My father was a simple man. He never complicated life by esoteric questions. He believed in hard, honest work, love for his family,compassion for his fellow man. In all the thirty years that I knew my father I never heard him downgrade a single person. I only remember hearing him raise his voice a few times and I never heard him say anything disrespectful to my mother. If someone in our community needed help he would be among the first to extend a hand. There was an old man that had no family left. He was alone in the world and not strong or well anymore. My father fixed up a two room shed on our property. He made it comfortable with a sitting/bedroom and a small kitchen. The old man gratefully moved his meager possessions in. He lived there several years, his health declining as time went on. My father took food to him everyday. He checked on him twice a day. One day he found him in bed unable to get up or to speak. My father held that old man in his arms, just like he would have his own father. That old man died in my father's arms and my father paid for his funeral. That was the kind of man who raised me and taught me about love. My mother was a constant church goer with a quick tongue and an evil temper. She took me to church where I was taught about God but Daddy was the one who taught me truth and love. Happy Father's Day my Sweet Daddy. If any man is in Heaven I know you are, for you, with all your faults, were still the most Christ-like man I have ever known