Last night, on 1/20/14, my step-dad went to be with my heavenly Father and dance in the kingdom of heaven.
He was a true American hero who fought for our freedom.
He was humble and unassuming. His passions were race horses, hunting and my mom.
We sat on pins and needles during dinner because you never knew what would come out of his mouth. He loved the shocked value of his stories.
Boots lined the bottom of his closet. Above them hung a long line of Wrangler jeans. We labeled him our Red Neck.
22 years ago he gracefully stepped in and filled the position of my earthly father and I am forever grateful that even though life wasn’t always a beautiful picture, he made sure it was safe.
He was a husband, a father to me and two of my brothers and a Papa to 9 little grandbabies.
I love you Bob. Thank you for letting me be your daughter, for being my brothers father and for being my babies Papa. Thank you for putting your arm around my husband’s neck and treating him like a son. Thank you for loving my mom exactly the way she needed you to. It’s time to take your work boots off, hang up your hat and relax. Dance with your Savior Papa, we love you.