Dad’s Words

Dear God,

I stand here as clay, still capable of being molded in your image. With fused vertebrae and titanium knees, with restricted vision and limited mobility, I am the 1928 model of your ever-evolving human life form. Some of us you intended for greatness, some for simple humility. As I pursue my daily rounds in your turbulent world, I thank you for breathing that spark of life into me seventy years ago. I thank you for allowing me to experience so many of your natural wonders – even my second wife – and I dedicate my remaining energies to the celebration of my creation – by your hands – until I am replaced by a new model.

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