don't let sunday come on to quick

to my dad..thanks for teaching me how to change up the oil on the truck that you bought me when i was just 17. peace to you for putting my fingers on a baseball when i was young..taught me how too slide off a split finger fastball. taught me how to treat a woman. he sat by my mothers bedside..morning..noon and night. held her hand up until the day she died.

i wonder why i am posting this..he can't read or write anymore..we put him in a home two years ago..he calls me Keith when i call..i'm Kevin..my brother voice is much more soft than mine. we let it go..chalk it up as the cycle of life.

hope you folks that live away from your paps find the time to give a hello..a salute to the main man that produced you.

waylon jennings between fathers and sons.wmv - YouTube