Father's Day

Often, I find myself thinking of the wisdom of my daddy. His observations and experiences continue to guide me daily eleven years after his departure from what he sometimes called, "this ol' vale of tears and sorrow."

I was probably 12 or so years old when I overheard him and Mama talking while sitting around the kitchen table, sipping on cups of coffee. It was a Saturday afternoon and Daddy had just come in from a hard day on the farm. He was talking about a newly purchased tractor and he kept using the pronoun "we," such as "We brought the tractor," "We thought it was a good buy," etc.