My father was truly a great man, and that my mother complaining about him not remembering where his new pants was in his room, sounds just about right for a person like him.
He lived so very much alive in the moments that we all share together but frankly, don't appreciate, and always seem to take our time together for granted. Not so for my father because the clothes we were wearing never interfered with how he felt about the person wearing them.
He lived in the wonderful color of your eyes, and in the beauty of your hair, feeling totally in love with your very soul because of who you are. That I have never met a more sensitive strong man in my life.
He loves you just as much as he loved me and who stayed faithful to treating everyone in the same strong way that made his friendless work for you.
If you told him your secrets they always stayed a secret just like you never talked about your secret at all.
My Father was the best friend that I have ever met in the whole wide world, and who, of course, I will never forget.
David Randolph Williams
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