I am so thankful for having such a wonderful Dad. A man who raised me, taught me, and modeled good character for me. Who walked me down the aisle, was there at my birth, at the births of my babies, at every birthday party, family party, holiday, and has always been there for me. Who taught me how to play the banjo, how to drive a stick shift, how to do the sign of the cross, and so many more things. Who was a loving, honest, faithful husband to my mom for 54 years, leaving a legacy of what a marriage should look like.
For years I didn't hear him talk about God much, until about 7 years ago, when he experienced a turning point in life, and since that time he has been filling his mind with the Word of God, teachings about the early church, Biblical theology, reading about miracles at monasteries, reading the Bible to us, leading prayers for our family, and serving in his church.
He watched our house being built each step of the way, encouraging us and excited with us. I am so sad that he won't get to see the finished house when we move in. I wish so much that I could play the banjo with him again, watch Claudia play the fiddle with him again, ride on his boat, and hear him talk about all that he was learning from biblical scholar Dr. Jeannie Constantinou's podcast.
