Feet of father and son

My Father

Originally written in 2002.

Although he was a bus driver, he spent a lot of time and effort on the side, going from one venture to another in quest of the elusive cash cow. He never nabbed one, but I was able to say at his funeral that his ship had finally come to port. It was the good ship Jesus who brought him safely to the other shore and gave him something far better and lasting than worldly treasure.

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