July 27, 1934 – March 9, 2005 On Father’s Day I remember Daddy’s hands workin’ till they bled, Sacrificed unselfishly just to keep us all fed. If I could do things over, I’d live my life again, And never take for granted, the love in Daddy’s hands. Daddy’s hands, were soft and kind when I was cryin’, Daddy’s hands, were hard as steel when I done wrong. Daddy’s hands weren’t always gentle. But I’ve come to understand, There was always love in Daddy’s hands. Our first Father’s Day without you here. We miss you so. Love, Dan, Cyndy, Hal, Nase, Doug and Lisa