|Project by reedwood||posted 06-19-2011 05:35 PM||1094 views||1 time favorited||5 comments|
Made of reclaimed Old growth Walnut from a library in this 1934 mansion that we remodeled.
My father in law, Jim loved to play golf. He retired in 1992 and moved to a beautiful country golf community next to a lake in Keowee Key, South Carolina where we spent many vacations together.
He past away 3 years ago. But I remember many things about him that made me who I am today.
A poem for father’s day
A father comes in many forms
the man you want to be
If we could have a dream in hand
a Dad would stand by thee
A father wants to show the way
to tell him of his love
He wants to be the best Dad
As taught by God above
But sometimes things don’t work out
A generation running blind
How do fathers stand their ground
when a son leaves faith behind
It didn’t matter to my Father in law
He saw a man in waiting
He taught me by example
and rescued me from hating
I wish my real Dad could see me now
I turned out far from bad
It doesn’t matter anyway
Jim to me… was the best Dad….
I could have ever had.
Happy Fathers Day Jim
Please feel free to share pictures of your dad if you like. Peace.
-- Mark - I prefer the tumult of liberty to the quiet of servitude.