Happy Easter. Heading out to Easter sunrise service. I always think of my DAD.
When I was growing up, my dad and I went to the Cemetery where they had Easter sunrise services. We would always get there early and sit in the car, usually freezing. I would say, "Dad, why are we doing this?" He would laugh and say something like, "son, just think of it like this. We are having fun." Finally we would get out of the car and walk about a mile to where the services were held. When it was over, Dad would always say. "Now, aren't you glad we came." He would laugh. The last time we went, I was about sixteen. Shortly after then he had a massive stroke. He was a super dad.
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