The other day, I had lunch with an elderly couple who had been dear friends for over forty years. I said out of curiosity, "Hugh, how old are you getting to be"? He replied, "Ninety-Four".
I responded, "1929... The same year as my dad."
After a short pause, I said, "I still miss my dad". To which my friend of many years stated, "I miss my dad, too. There are things I would like to ask him."
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Perhaps our conversation led to a distant past or more probable the longing of a joyous reunion. I must say that the exchange brought to mind the blessings of godly fathers and godly mothers and the far reaching impact even to future generations.
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Photo of my dad, Tige Reinhold.