What else can I say about my wonderful, marvelous father that I have not said in previous Father’s Day blog posts that you can view by going through the month of June starting in 2011 or hitting the Father’s Day tag? My father loved the Lord and he was so friendly! Although I deeply miss him, he is with the Lord which is the best place to be for eternity. One day I will be with him again.
My father loved traditional Christian music. He loved hymns. Here is one hymn sung in his preferred music style. I can picture him now singing along in his tenor voice.
The memory of the righteous is blessed….
I posted about my mother for Mother’s Day since doing this blog. She is still going strong at 89 years of age. If you go through my Mother’s Day May posts in this blog’s archive, you will find out that my mother made fabulous suites, dresses, and hats. She was the kind of parent teachers loved because she would not stand for me and my siblings cutting up in school. We had to behave and respect the teachers. My mother loves the Lord Jesus Christ as her savior. You will also read of her health issues and realize that the good Lord blessed her to still be here with a sharp mind. Thank you, Lord.
The photo of my mother and me is from early April of 2013. She still looks the same. I always post a music selection that she especially enjoys. For this year, it is Every Praise by Hezekiah Walker.
The following is my Father’s Day post from last year. I feel it is an excellent Father’s Day post for 2014. This post also makes me miss my father who went to be with the Lord in 2007 even more.
The righteous man walks in his integrity;
His children are blessed after him.
My late father was absolutely the greatest. He was an excellent family man. I am around many people today and even going back some years who do not know what it is like to be raised by a man like my father. He struck the right cord in the household growing up. He was not rigid and dictatorial. He commanded respect without demanding it. I could always talk to him.
My father was very friendly. I remember him talking to a couple of my 5th grade classmates who did not know I was his daughter. When they found out he was my father, I was told of him being so nice and being so handsome. When I run into men who grew up in the neighborhood, they talk of how my father stopped his outside work around the house to talk to them and how they appreciated and learned from those talks. He once mentioned when I was in my late teens how he eventually made peace with a person on his job that did not like him. I wondered how could anybody not like my father!
On my Facebook page, a former church member of my former Philly church commented on my father’s love for music and singing. He sang tenor and did solos. He especially loved sacred music and traditional hymns. The hymn for this Sunday music post is O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing. My father thought he knew all the hymns. So it surprised him to hear this hymn for the first time in the 1980s. He loved it right away.