It's been a bit teary around these parts for a couple of days, but we will survive! We've been thinking too much of DAD, Granddad, Poppie & father of my children. I even reread the sympathy cards which were sent-why do I do that to myself! just a process, I know.
I keep hearing in my head that song "Daddy's Hands" by Dollie Parton. That song had to have been written for my dad! He was strong and gentle!
AND so was hubby! Folks were always amazed how strong he was and at the same time so gentle. I used to call him Gentle Ben sometimes. I wish everyone could have know him the way I did. He was often misunderstood! Because of his size and timber of his voice folk thought he was mean, but a gentler person one could ever have known.
You ask what is the cactus! Well it is a plant the girls got to remember poppie. He loved cactus and he wanted a cactus garden here in FLA like we had in NJ. They said it reminded them of him. It has a white beard like him.
Try and reach out and touch your dad or grandad or someone elses' if ya can. They really are underrated and under appreciated for the most part.
AND from the Father of our countries wife:
I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation I may be; for I have also learned from experience that the greater part of our happiness or misery depends upon our dispositions, and not upon our circumstances.