Nothing is so strong as gentleness

My dad was a gentle giant (pictured being blessed by the Pope) He hovered at 6 ft 1 inch, maintained his physical condition from his Army-Air Force days, was “type A” all the way, but he maintained a certain gentleness in his demeanor. He was able to muster a warm smile after a long day at Ford Motor Company, kept his passions in check in spite of 4 kids constantly pushing his buttons, never “whined or belly-ached” in spite of many difficulties and he had a special and tender love for my oldest sister Deb who has been confined to a wheel chair since the age of five. Thanks Dad, for teaching me what it really means to be a man!!