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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