Fathers Day

Today is the anniversary of the last time I spoke to my father, thirty years ago, in 1978. He died four days latter. It was two days after we had buried his father, and at a time I was going through what turned out to be the end of my marriage. The thing I remember most from this sad time is him telling me that God would never give me more to carry than I could handle. Those words have gotten me through many tough, or at least what seemed like tough times.