The Diary Of A Hero. - Poem by Frank Adie
who loved his wife dearly.
Who cared for his children and gave them the best.
who never spared the rod to spoil the child.
An industrious man
who was born without a silver spoon; but through hard work, carved one for himself.
A blessed man
who for 82 years never experienced the pain of burying a child.
A fulfilled man
gloriously sailing home after a long earthly sojourn.
Go in Peace.
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