In Jan. 21, 1926 – Jan. 28, 2001 “You could read quite a story in the callouses and lines, years of work and worry, had left their mark behind. I remember Daddy’s hands how they held my Mommy tight and patted by back, for somethin’ done right. There are things that I’ve forgotten, that I loved about the man, but I’ll always remember, the love in Daddy’s hands. Daddy’s hands, were soft and kind when I was crying, 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. I remember Daddy’s hand 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.” Missing you on Father’s Day With love, your family