by LaVerna Laub Brighurst Johnson
THE SMELL OF CEDAR, THE SCENT OF PINE, THE SAVOR OF SAGEBRUSH FIRE ARE PARCEL AND PART OF THE DAD WE LOVE, PART OF THE LOVE WE SHARE.
A LOVING FATHER WHO CARED AND SHARED, HE TAUGHT US A LOVE OF THE HILLS; A LOVE OF THE SKIES AND THE STARS AT NIGHT, A LOVE OF THE HUNTER'S THRILLS.
HE WAS BORN TO STRUGGLE, TO FIGHT, TO WIN, NOT BORN TO AN EASY LIFE, HE WAS BORN INDEPENDENT, NOT TO GIVE IN. HE WAS BLESSED WITH A PATIENT WIFE.
A WIFE WHO LOVED HIM AND STOOD BY HIS SIDE IN TIMES OF JOY OR SORROW; WHO SHARED HIS DREAMS FOR 35 YEARS, A MOTHER WITH FAITH IN TOMORROW.
THIRTEEN CHILDREN WERE BORN TO THEM AND PROUDLY BORE HIS NAME, AND THIRTEEN VERSIONS OF DAD'S FULL SIZE WOULD BE THEIRS, AND NONE WOULD BE THE SAME.
HE TAUGHT THERE WAS JOY IN THE SWING OF THE AX, PEACE IN A JOB WELL DONE, HAPPINESS FOUND IN THE HEART OF A FRIEND WHO IS WITH YOU, RIGHT OR WRONG.
THE OLD FASHIONED VIRTUES ARE THE ONES HE LOVED BEST, THE ONES WITHOUT POMP OR SHOW. THE HONEST OF HEART WHO FOUND SIMPLE FARE BEST WERE THE ONES HE DELIGHTED TO KNOW.
A WEAKNESS OR FAULT CAN BE BIG OR SMALL, CAN BE FIERCE AS IT CAN BE, BUT A FAULT IN THE EYES OF A LOVING CHILD IS OFTER HARED TO SEE.
THE LIVES WE, HIS CHILDREN , LIVE TO SERVE BEST TO BRING INTO FOCUS HIS REASON FOR LIVING, AND WE PRAY THAT WE'LL BUILD ON THE BEST THAT HE GAVE, THAT HIS NAME WILL GROW WITH OUR GIVING.
WE PRAY WE MIGHT LIVE THAT WE'LL HONOR HIS NAME. WE'RE THE LEGACY HE WOULD BEQUEATH. IN HIS PASSING WE GATHER TO BIND TIGHT OUR LOVE THAT ENCIRCLES HIS NAME LIKE A WREATH.
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