The Day our Hero Cried – Romans 12:15

Dad's mood was somber that morning in 1966 when he sat on the couch and opened his arms for a bear hug. The four of us piled on his lap, hugging and chattering, squirming and pushing. Dad didn't seem to mind the ruckus. Lowering his head, he squeezed us extra hard. We knew Dad loved us more than anything. We didn't know … Continue reading The Day our Hero Cried – Romans 12:15