Dad

He was born in December of Twenty- nine that dearest Dad of mine. One sister and four brothers made up his family. They never had much growing up you see. So attending school for Dad was not a priority, He would work any job a “jack of all trades” And he loved his sons with his heart all of his days. Painting on canvas and creating was God’s gift to him. His creations were shared by many sometimes on a whim. Liked fishing on a beach on a clear summer day. Kind and thoughtful in so many ways. Dad was called to Heaven in May of Twenty-fifteen Hope he met with family and friends he has not seen. My heart is heavy there are no words left to say Hope you are at peace Dad until we meet one day. JSergi