My Father has a system about caring for his shoes…..amongst other things

it was quite a procedure

He was a quirky guy…. that embraced his peculiarities……. It was who and what he was

It’s quite common to hear people nowadays call their their family as “ dysfunctional”

my father’s home life was a zoo

3 alcoholics in the same house ……. Chaos

But he avoided that trap but by association had many of the byproducts

He was determined to make something of himself and walk a different road them his brothers

He was methodical, detailed oriented and a seeker of perfection in any tasks at hand

He had a strong faith and struggled to be intimate with his children…. But we were sure he loved us

my Father was respected for his honesty and dedication to certain principles

I have a tendency to exhibit my Father temper and he dealt with mental illness as best he could but was bent on “dealing with it his way “ which dogged him his whole life

I could never fill my Father’s Shoes and he wouldn’t want me to try

I just remember that he was a man trying to keep and maintain a relationship with God and doing the best he could…….thanks Pop

my fathers shoes 👞