James A

Daddy served in the Army and fought in the Korean War. There were some close calls but He made it home. Not long after he got back to the USA he married my Mother.
May 13, 1964 my mother was killed in a car wreck, leaving my little brother age 3, sister age 5 and myself age 10. My hero, Daddy, owned his own business, an auto body shop. We lived in the back of the shop. It was hard for Daddy to run a shop and three small children.
Different people offered to keep different ones of us. One actually said she would keep all three of us. My Daddy would not let us go. He worked and kept us. My mother's parents lived with us for a while but my Daddy came and ate lunch and took care of us. I have a friend whose mom died and her dad let different aunts keep her and her siblings. She told me that she greatly admired my Daddy.
My Daddy not only worked, he played with us too. We played ball together and rode horses. We also went to church together. After my Mother's death Daddy came in our rooms at night and said prayers with us.
Daddy remarried a lady who stayed home with us and took care of us. She taught me how to sew, iron and cook. She also taught my sister and me how to do office work.
Daddy said to go to work everyday and don't miss work unless you are really sick. He owned his business and knew it was hard to find honest employees. Also he wanted us to be loyal and trustworthy. Not a lot of that is taught any more.
In a world of such selfishness I sincerely thank God for my Daddy!

Submitted by Anonymous

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