My father was a stone mason, and one of the best in my opinion. He passed away in 1998 when I was 17. My cousin was cleaning the chimney of my uncle's home where dad did the rock work. He took a picture and sent it to me. I love it!
It's little things like this that remind me of what a special man my dad was, and how I always will miss and love him.
Embracing the Peace of Jesus this Christmas
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