He was a man of integrity. He held me up when I was down…cultured me and ensured nothing on this earth would intimidate me. He watched over me like a hawk…he ser me free into the world but hovered close to take the hit for me whenever I faltered. He is my father. He taught me that the bible was fun and my friend. That I should love it when he bought me a christian book “young people ask”. He had style…my dad. And he wanted all good things for me and my siblings. When I had to go to high school, he did not by me those metal boxes, he bought me a fancy little luggage…I loved it. He swore by fancy watches for me. And later on, a fancy little phone when I had to report to campus.
He never lost an opportunity to tell me and my siblings that he loved us. He never lost an oportunity to tell the world that he had amazing kids. He valued us. And none of us was allowed mediocrity. He was a fair man. He lived a humble life…he always said he never has to look over his back because he has lived an honest life. And he did.
Thinking Out Loud! 