“My father didn’t tell me how to live, He lived and let me watch him do it.”
-Clarence Budington Kelland
He was the provider and we were the recipients of his hard work. He loved building homes for the young, the old and the in-between. Building a beautiful home for someone brought him joy and happiness . The love of my life, sat in his office, going over plans and ledgers, morning and night to be sure the home he was building was done in a timely manner and pleasing to its future occupants.. As he worked, he met deadlines and overcame obstacles that constantly seemed to appear. Day after day, by the sweat of his back and labor of his hands he provided food, clothing and shelter for his family. A business trip would include me and the children. While he attended meetings, we visited parks, zoos, and museums. Along the way he included family time, where we played on a beach, discovered a historical fact in the history of this land, and witnessed its beauty as we traveled across the country. Sandwiched in between were hours of teaching his children the joy of service to others and a love for God. He was the Provider. (Picture taken by our son who is a builder like his dad.)
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