The folks in town called my Dad “the man with the million dollar smile”. H e was a family man who enjoyed playing with us kids, and I loved riding around on his shoulders. Even though he was always home when he wasn’t at work, I never really got to know him as a person until my Mother passed. The last years of his life were precious to me. I found out what Mama saw in him: His smile actually came from his heart. He had a deep and genuine appreciation for life and especially for children. Dad will be on my mind this month when I debut my new song at a private event. It’s called Ever Shining Bright. It’s not about my Father’s smile, but it sounds like it should be!
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