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title: "I saw God long before I found God"
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# I saw God long before I found God

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Recently I buried my Dad. He was more than 97 years old. He was first generation American born of Italian parents. He worked hard to achieve a six grade education and went on to become a New Jersey State Licensed Plumber. He served in the United States Army during World War II and saw action at Normandy Beach.

Growing up in our home I observed a gentle man; very patient and slow to anger. A man who cared greatly for the woman he loved. The definition of selflessness comes to mind. Evenly yoked with his wife, together, they cared for and raised four children. Never wavering through high schools, colleges, jobs, and marriages and grandchildren, they guided without being oppressive. They gave without spoiling. They advised without intruding.

Over the years, I watch him sow his time, treasures and talents into countless family members, friends and often time even strangers. Such as he had, he freely gave. Always a joyful giver. Never a complaint to be heard. Whistling everyday he put his hand to the plow. Work was a joy and not a chore. He appeared always thankful for another day to work, another day to love and another day to serve.

So at his wake, which in essence was a celebration of life, I observed real time the notion of “well done thou good and faithful servant, enter in…..” As my siblings and I stood by the coffin, we were approached by numerous people of all ages singing his praises. Each sharing an accolade; “he gave me my start in business”, “He lent me money when needed”, “He did work for me when I had no money to pay”, “He was a servant leader”, “He loved and laughed more than anyone I’ve known”, “he was there for me when no one else was”. It was at times overwhelming but yet exactly what I expected.

This tribute followed us to a special burial. Yep the decorated war hero was fittingly buried on Veterans Day. Coffin draped in the American Flag, Soldiers saluting, and taps played by trumpet. Exactly how you might picture a well deserved send off. The flag was properly folded and presented to my brother while a minister sung Amazing Grace at the grave site. Yes for 53 years of my life I’ve witnessed an earthly man and father emulate a heavenly God…. Miss ya Pops…