"Dear Ann Landers..." so began the following letter:
A great man died today. He wasn't a world leader or a famous doctor or a war hero or a sports figure. He was no business tycoon and you will never see his name in the financial pages. But he was one of the greatest men who ever lived.
He was my father. I guess you might say he was a person who was never interested in getting credit or receiving honors. He did corny things like pay his bills on time, go to church on Sunday and serve as an officer in the PTA (parent-teacher-association). He helped his kids with their homework and drove his wife to do grocery shopping on Thursday nights. He got a great kick out of hauling his teenagers and their friends around to and from football games.
Dad enjoyed simple pastimes like picnics in the part and pitching horseshoes. Opera wasn't exactly his cup of tea. He liked country music, mowing the grass and running with the dog. He didn't own a tuxedo or ever tasted caviar.
Tonight is my first night without him. I don't know what to do with myself, so I am writing this to you, Ann. I am sorry now for the times I didn't show him the proper respect. But I am grateful for a lot of other things.
I am thankful that God let me have my father for 15 years. And I am happy that I was able to let him know how much I loved him. That wonderful man died with a smile on his face and fulfillment in his heart. He knew he was a great success as a husband, father, brother, a son, and a friend. I wonder how many millionaires can say that?
It was signed... "Fifteen Years Old and Lonely"
(Source: Ann Landers, Chicago Tribune)
"And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father..." (Colossians 3:17).