It was on April 3, 1915, one hundred years ago today, that my Father, William John Murphy was born.
He only lived to be 76 years old.
Those 76 years and more were filled with love.
Love for his Mother
and his Father.
Love for his siblings…all sisters.
Love of his country
Love for his wife
45 years worth.
Love for his sons,
and love for his daughters (now that’s an oldie!)
Then came even more happiness and even more love…his grandchildren.
then three.
Four, five and six.
Seven
and eight.
He has been gone for almost 24 years now but his love lives on.
It lives on in the lives of his children, his grandchildren and his great-grandchildren.
We have all been blessed to be held in his arms of love, one hundred years of love.
Happy Easter everyone…with love.
This is my favorite post so far. Wish I had known Grandpa better but thankful for the years I had with him.
Beautiful
Gone so long, but never far away.
Remembering our Dad. Beautifully done June!
June: Thanks to you, All five of us can only remember , the Image of a man we all called Dad!, Dad!, Please give Mom a Hug and tell her we are still enjoying her buns! Dan, And Dad, balancing rock still stands