Just like our Heavenly Father, we feared your wrath, but we reveled in your love. And at the same time nothing was sweeter than your smile, your hugs, and your tender heart. Your grip was a vice your fists hammers your voice thunder. In our house, you were the image of might. No matter what, I knew I was safe as long as I was with him. But I do remember one thing-I finished the ride in awe that my Daddy was the strongest man in the world. I don’t remember what you said I’m sure it was some well-deserved chastisement. Moments were ages until a large, powerful hand firmly grabbed my arm and pulled with such force that my brother and I flew safely inside, followed by the slamming of the door behind us. I felt myself sliding across the seat as the weight of gravity and Matt’s mass pulled me down toward the rolling asphalt, the painted lines swooshing below my suspended body. I instinctively reached for my brother’s life, grabbing his arm, but I was too weak to pull him in. Faster and with more force than I could imagine, the door flew open with Matt attached to it. He was so little he didn’t realize the danger, just the curiosity of mechanics. Matt reached for the door handle, but I wasn’t quick enough to stop him. We loved traveling on the highway because we could watch the trees and sky fly by as we drove-a lovely site, but more fearful than we realized. We kids had the rare privilege to accompany Daddy to work that day. The three of us drove down the highway in your rickety work truck, with me in the middle and Matt near the window. Tribute to Robert Joyce from his daughter, Sabrina: Click here for more information on honoring your parents and for more tribute examples. In his book, The Forgotten Commandment, Dennis Rainey encourages readers to write a formal tribute to their parents and present it to them during a special occasion (birthday, anniversary, holiday, etc.).
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