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.