HAPPY FATHER'S DAY IN HEAVEN
Daddy has been gone from this earth for over four years now. It's funny how he's been in my dreams as we head into Father's Day. I'm so thankful that he occasionally visits me in that way. We rarely agreed on politics or religion, but we enjoyed playing golf together. During our weekend golf games, politics and religion were never discussed. As I grew older, I respected my father's beliefs and stopped challenging him. Nevertheless, my father knew by how I lived my life that we weren't on the same page. He accepted me anyway, although I know he disapproved. I hope with all my heart that he wasn't ashamed of me. I can't take any of my behavior back, and I would be heartbroken if I hurt him. When we played golf, Daddy shared stories from his childhood and freely gave his opinion about human nature. He believed people could be categorized as either givers or takers. Unfortunately, this left no room for all the gray areas people fall into. Daddy...