My dad the Patriot

My dad was a patriot. He was in the army during the Vietnam War. During the draft, he was watching it on TV and his was the first birthday to be drawn. Faced with the inevitable, he said goodbye to his fiance and served his country. I could be wrong, but I don't think he went overseas. He had been to college and knew how to teach. He was utilized on the home front teaching classes to the military men. It was in the army that he accepted Christ and began a personal walk with his savior. Two Christmases ago my brother Steve took the time to create a memory book for his siblings. He had many people who knew my father better than I do write letters about what they remembered about him. One dear friend provided many, many pictures. I treasure that book. I treasure the pictures. It was the beginning of July when he died in 1992. The fourth of July was one of his favorite holidays, I'm sure. Here's to my father who will never be forgotten. It's surprising to me how much emotion wells up inside of me when I speak of him and realize what I've missed out on by not having him around. I guess I can go a long time without thinking about it, but when I do, it's fresh again. The Lord has certainly blessed me since his death..... it still hurts.