This blog is a journal of the simple living on a small 2 and a half acre farm. The ups and downs. The good and the not so good. Adventures of Hidden Haven animals and some of my own. The sharing of our frugal, hardworking, attempt to be as self sufficient as possible. Please stop by often as we love company!
I was so blessed with the dad God picked for me. From the time I was born there was a special connection between he and I. He was always there for me no matter what. He might be mad or hurt at something I did or said growing up but he was never mad or hurt at me. He would always tell me he loved me and give me hugs. Right up to the day he passed away I got hugs and I love you's. He promised to watch over me and guide me and I know he does. I have felt his help and love many times since his death. Dad was a barber for over 40 years. He learned how in the navy while out at sea on a warship. He came home went to barber school and worked in his barber shop till 2 weeks before he died. He never complained. He would do without to help a family member or friend. Give his last dollar to help a stranger. Never had to spank me or raise his voice at me. Just look at me and say my name and I knew I had better shape up. He taught me how to change a tire, change the oil in the car and drive. He taught me how to hunt and fish. He taught me that the way I treated others even my enemies would come back to me down the road. He taught me the love of good books, the love of gardening, the love of animals. He use to sing a song to me when I was small. Part of it was: Who's your little whosie. I use to remember it all but now I can't. He would always hug me bye when I went to visit ask me to call him when I got home . He would always check my tires and oil before I left. My husband at the time had passed away so dad would make sure everything was OK for the girls and I. His one and only vacation after all us kids had left home was to visit me for 2 weeks in Florida. We had a ball! He bought me a gardenia bush to set out while there and it grew to be huge. He told me stories about growing up and told me stories about when I was growing up that I didn't know. No matter how much I messed up or how down I got dad could always hug me and say the right thing to help get back on the right track. Dad wasn't perfect by any means but he was the perfect dad for me. When the rest of the world seemed overwhelming and I just couldn't carry on alone with 3 young girls dad would give me one of his hugs and a I love yous. He would tell me I was made of strong blood and to take that step out with faith and my head held high because I would always land on my feet. He was right....... I miss you and think of you every day daddy. Each time a white butterfly comes by I know you are letting me know you are watching over me. I feel you speaking to me and feel your strength . Thank you for making me the person I am today and .. I love you.