Happy 97th birthday Dad...

 

I never what to miss a year of honoring my Dad on his birthday. I think of him often, it's been 31 years, and he would be 97. I enjoy the two hour drive to his grave, it gives me a chance to remember. I always clean up the grave stone and trim the grass. I've said this before but Grandma Federer always wanted the graves cared for. Dad would help do that on Memorial Day with her. I often came along and helped too.

There were cows nearby and I heard a Meadowlark sing. I always listen to Carrie Underwood sing, "How Great Thou Art." 

Love you Dad