4 My Dad

All the times I helped you,
All the times we shared.
All the things I did for you,

I showed that I really cared.
My times with you I treasure,
more precious than real gold.
Those times we sang together,
those memories I'll always hold.
My times with you were splendid,
we had great times each day.
Those memories keep me going,
they'll never fade away.
My times with you were special,
we were happy as can be.
Those times we colored together,
and also watched TV.
My times with you have ended,
it's so hard to say goodbye.
Till we meet again.
those memories will never die.

Frank Porada

My heart aches every time I see,

The empty chair near the TV.
My dear dad suddenly passed away.
Part of me died and I'm left astray.

I miss my dad, he was my friend,

We had great times till the end.

I know God will call me home too,

Till we meet again, Dad, I love you. 

MY DAD

My 94 year old dad passed away July 22, 2014.

I was his caregiver for over 9 years.

I miss his smile, his singing and 

most important his love.

WE were best friends.

This is not a goodbye but

TILL WE MEET AGAIN.

Feed the one !

Jim and Tim did not get along.
They fought and argued every single day.
"Give it back," Jim shouted.
Jim grabbed his brother from behind 

and wrestled him to the floor.

"What's going on in there?" their mother asked.

Their father walked in and separated the boys.

"Will you boys ever stop fighting?"

The two parents decided enough is enough.

The boys will spend a weekend with Grandpa.

Jim and Tim followed Grandpa to the car.
"Where are we going?" Jim asked Grandpa.
"Let's visit an animal sanctuary," Grandpa announced. 

They stopped near a large gated fence

where lions roamed in the field.

Grandpa sat both boys down

and proceeded to tell them a story.

"There are two lions that continue

to fight over everything.

One lion was full of anger, 

hate and resentment.

The other lion was full of

love, peace and compassion."

"Which lion do you think will

win this fight?" Grandpa asked them.

The two brothers looked at each other

and shook their heads. "We don't know."

"The one you feed." Grandpa replied.

Grandpa leaned over and

whispered to them.

"The same fight is going

on the inside of you."

"Which one will you feed?