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Today we begin a new series. As you may or may not know, my sweet dad went to be with Jesus last November. I would like to share with you some of my memories of him.
When the day of my birth came dad knew what to expect because it was old hat to him since I have three older sisters. Here’s how the story unfolds. As dad sat just outside the delivery room reading his Western, he realized that there was a football game on that night. He then went and told mom to hurry up and deliver me so that he could go home and watch the game. It turns out that mom ended up having me in time for dad to head home to watch the game. I know how much dad loved watching football. I also know how much he loved me so it makes this story hilarious.