This post is in memory of my dad

I just wanted to let everyone know that my dad has changed address. This post is in memory of him

For the first time in the lives of those that have been touched by my dad, you will celebrate Father's Day, Christmas, and every other special day from here on without him. There is much to remember and much to be thankful for as we remember him and the way he shared his life with those around him. Each of us gives gifts of our self to those we share life with. These are gifts that no one can take away. Though we are gone, these gifts remain with those to whom we have given them. My dad was a person of devotion and integrity. He was a simple man of few words. He loved telling jokes. He loved to make people laugh and he loved to play music.His music will play on in different ways for different people.

Born 1938 in Ireland Texas

My dad moved to Waco after the first grade, graduated from Waco High in 1957.

Started working for Neil Koos, county surveyor, in 1958. He took over as county surveyor in 1979 and retired in 1988. He loved music and played guitar from age 11. He played music around Waco for years. His music will always play in our hearts.

Survived by: His two sons L.T. and Jimmy.

His two daughters Tina and Teresa

Wife Marian and her 6 children: There are many grand children and several great grand children.

It has been said that the loss of a parent is one of life's most traumatic events. At this time it may not be any easier on anyone that knows and loves him. I have been told that, in time, the hurt will fade, only to be replaced by positive memories that soothe the soul.

My dad gave gifts of himself to us which have become a part of us, and cannot be taken away. We give thanks for his life, and for the ways he shared it with us. He is our hero and he will always be remembered.

Do not stand on my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
-author unknown

My dad was my hero and no words can express the pain I am feeling. I will miss him dearly and he will be in my heart forever. I see him every time I look in the mirror, and hear him when the wind blows. Every morning I look up at the sky and say, "hello dad". Each night I look at the stars and tell him, "good night, I love you and miss you".
My dad has been writing music since I was a little girl. I know I will never hear him play guitar or sing again, but his songs, I hope, I never forget.

His loving daughter Tina