Originally Posted by
cindyt
ITA. You take care of your own. Syria ought to pluck out their thorns so everybody else won't have to.
It's easier to put them in a leaky boat and ship them off to the nearest country.
To my Father. Even though you have crossed the plane, you will always be with me.
You were not just my Father, but my hero. My life has been a poor attempt to be like you
You taught me music, vocals, and how to fight. I can only hope I am half the man you are
When I close my eyes I can see you. And finally, Thank you Dad. for everything.
March 1934-July 2016