July 12, 2018
July 12, 2018
Time seems to go so slowly when I think about seeing you again. I hope its not the same for you dad. I still hope that someday I will be at least half the man that you are. I miss you real bad, Love Forever Kevin.
July 12, 2017
July 12, 2017
Was a real tough day 3 years ago dad. Still miss you more and more and hope you are having fun on the other side. The world seems to have moved on quite a bit since you were here and Im sure you wouldnt like a lot of it. Good men are hard to find these days it seems. We all miss you. Love Kevin
January 21, 2017
January 21, 2017
Missing you on your birthday Dad. I'm here in Hawaii and sat today at the beach where I took your picture on your 91st birthday. We had a great time on that trip. Visited family and saw beautiful Hawaii, so much nicer than being in Logan. I'm still plugging away st genealogy and feel you with me every time I see a full moon. Love, Kathi
July 12, 2016
July 12, 2016
I miss you more and more each day. I miss those quiet talks we used to have when I would come and see you in Logan. You are so wise and I miss your smile and your gentle manner and consistent love that is missing in almost all men today. Love Kev.
January 21, 2016
January 21, 2016
Happy Birthday Dad, we sure miss you every day. Love Kev.
April 12, 2015
April 12, 2015
Passing out of the shadow,
Into eternal day,
Why do we call it dying,
This sweet passing away.
That which we call death is merely the slumber and rest of this mortal clay and that only for a little season while the spirit, the life, has gone to enjoy again the presence and society of those whence it came, and to whom it is a joy again to return. And this will be the condition of the righteous until the morning of the resurrection, when the spirit will have power to call forth the lifeless frame to be united again, and they both become a living soul, an immortal being, filled with the light and power of God. What reason have we to mourn? Except that we are deprived for a few days of the society of one whom we love.
Ever since I was a little boy my dad was always my first and biggest hero. I was a little boy that idolized his dad. Now I’m a grown up little boy, and I still idolize my dad. My dad was always bigger than life. I miss him every day.
Into eternal day,
Why do we call it dying,
This sweet passing away.
That which we call death is merely the slumber and rest of this mortal clay and that only for a little season while the spirit, the life, has gone to enjoy again the presence and society of those whence it came, and to whom it is a joy again to return. And this will be the condition of the righteous until the morning of the resurrection, when the spirit will have power to call forth the lifeless frame to be united again, and they both become a living soul, an immortal being, filled with the light and power of God. What reason have we to mourn? Except that we are deprived for a few days of the society of one whom we love.
Ever since I was a little boy my dad was always my first and biggest hero. I was a little boy that idolized his dad. Now I’m a grown up little boy, and I still idolize my dad. My dad was always bigger than life. I miss him every day.