Written about my Dad on Dec 13, 2011 ... he died Dec 13 1995.
16 years.... Time marches on, and in its wake a different life is played. The past has shaped me true, but I've not that person stayed. Hands of time may carry you past today and yesteryear, who you become in the process determines the shed of tears.
For me, I'm truly grateful for where life has taken me, ... and for the hands of time that say this moment will not forever be. But in the process, through it all, the memory is clear, and with it lives a lesson of the lives you're touching here.
Enough now of this corny rhyme, enough of reminisce. He lies a man just what he was, his heart I truly miss.
