My Dad

I’ve been thinking a lot about my dad lately. I don’t really know why, there is no obvious trigger to the thoughts. They are simply there.
My dad was the most interesting person I have ever known. He led a life based on principles, morals, a strong sense of right and wrong. Take a stand, look out for people who are not able to look out for themselves. Always do the right thing, not the popular thing, the right thing. He lived a life that exemplified what Jesus would do long before the whole WWJD saying was popularized.
He was a worker, as long as it was honest work he was all for it. During the depression he rode a freight train to California to find work. I wish I knew more about that adventure. He didn’t talk a lot about that time. He did talk about being a migrant worker with my mom.
They worked their way from Oklahoma to California, working whatever jobs they could find. They weren’t too proud to do an honest days work for an honest days pay. They picked cotton from here to California.
My dad worked in a gold mine in CA, a real gold mine. Then he got the job with McDonald-Douglas which allowed him to transfer back to Oklahoma and settle in Owasso.
My dad was one of the smartest men I have ever known. His thirst for knowledge was legendary. The man read everything about everything under the sun. However, he wasn’t a know it all, you know the type I mean.
My dad made everyone who walked into his home feel welcome and important.
I miss my dads wisdom, but most of all I miss his laughter. He used to say it’s better to laugh than cry. If you have to cry make sure it is something worth crying over.
I laugh a lot, I find humor in every day things, I like to think that is his influence in my life.
My dad was a truly great man who lived an ordinary life filled with extraordinary happenings.

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