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What is a Dad? A dad is someone who wants to catch you before you fall but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and lets you try again. A dad is someone who wants to keep you from making mistakes but instead lets you find your own way, even though his heart breaks in silence when you get hurt. A dad is someone who holds you when you cry, scolds you when you break the rules, shines with pride when you succeed, and has faith in you even when you fail... Dad, you're everything a dad should be and some

THIS PAGE IS DEDICATED TO OUR DAD PAUL MCDONALD JR. HE IS HERE WITH US BUT HE IS VERY SICK ,HE IS FIGHTING ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE. HE IS IN A NURSING FACILITY RIGHT NOW WE LOVE HIM VERY MUCH, WE SEE HIM ALL THE TIME BUT WE REALLY DO MISS HIM . HE IS A REALLY GREAT FATHER AND MAN, WE LOVE YOU DAD VERY MUCH,YOUR DAUGHTER DARLA

JUST A UPDATE ON MY FATHER .HE IS NOW JUST BEEN COMMITTED TO THE STATE HOSPITAL IN SAN ANTONIO TEXAS, TRYING TO FIND SOME MIDDLE WAY SO HE WILL NOT BE SO VIOLENT FROM THE ALZHIEMER'S. I HOPE HE GETS BETTER, WE LOVE HIM SO VERY MUCH.

My Hero As I ponder the love that I saw in his eyes, A Godly love, given without compromise.... I recall many times that he stood by my side, And prodded me on with great vigor and pride. His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair, Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care. The power and might of his hands was so sure, I knew there was nothing we couldn't endure. It's true, a few others provided insight, Yet, he laid the foundation that kept me upright. He's the grandest of men to have lived on this earth, Although he's not royal by stature or birth. He's a man of great dignity, honor and strength. His merits are noble, and of admirable length. He's far greater than all other men that I know, He's my Dad, he's my mentor, my friend and hero.

 

They say the world is round, and yet

I often think it square,

So many little hurts we get

From corners here and there.

But one great truth in life I've found,

While journeying to the West-

The only folks who really wound

Are those we love the best.

The man you thoroughly despise

Can rouse your wrath, 'tis truth;

Annoyance in your heart will rise

At things mere strangers do;

But those are only passing ills;

This rule all lives will prove;

The rankling wound which aches and thrills

Is dealt by hands we love.

The choicest garb, the sweetest grace,

Are oft to strangers shown;

The careless mien, the frowning face,

Are given to our own.

We flatter those we scarcely know,

We please the fleeting guest,

And deal full many a thoughtless blow

To those who love us best.

Love does not grow on every tree,

Nor true hearts yearly bloom.

Alas for those who only see

This cut across a tomb!

But, soon or late, the fact grows plain

To all through sorrow's test:

The only folks who give us pain

Are those we love the best.

THIS IS MY DAD AND MY SON JUSTIN WHEN HE WAS A LITTLE GUY

MY DAD AND JUSTIN

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MY DAD

MY DAD AGAIN

AND MY DAD THE BEST FATHER IN THE WORLD