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Thankful #7 My Dad

Today marks three years since my dad's funeral.  Sometimes I am still bitter he left.  But back to being thankful.  My dad taught me about hard work.  About doing a job until it is done.  My dad taught me how to save and the importance of a rainy day fund.  He taught me that I should always have a way to support my kids if needed.  And for me it was needed.  He taught us to support ourselves financially. 

He gave amazing advice.  Every time I would call him with a question after I was married his question was "  What did Lee say?"  He never wanted to get involved in our marriage and I am sure that he bit his tongue often.  He made it clear that Lee and I were in this together and he had taken a back seat. 

I wish he would have stuck around longer.  I wish he could see his grand kids grow up to be the amazing young people they are.  I know he is still watching us and stepping in on occasion.   But I so thankful that he stuck around long enough to be a super great influence in my life. 

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