I found a quote from an anonymous person- “I slept under a roof my father owned, in a bed my father bought. Nothing was mine except my heart, and my fears, and my growing knowledge that not every road was gonna lead home anymore.”
My daddy loved quotes and often clipped them from magazines and newspapers. I long for these little things now that he is gone and miss my father dearly but celebrate his memory and spirit every day. I remember his words and his love. I inherited his passion and intuitive nature. I admire his life and accomplishments as a man and father. Happy Father’s Day!