May God bless you and your...
I will always bask in a certain humble gratitude in the harvest, be it bountiful or lean, by the sweat of our plow or the bow or your righteous spear or this rifle, remembering that in all things, we either take life or give life. And in the end, we all give what we owe. Thank you for the crucible of death, and the glory of living again. Let there be Light in your eyes, when all other lights fail. Love ya dad; I will plant and reap.
George
March 22, 2025 | Family



