My Dad

I've attempted to do this more than once, but today I'm finally ready. Charley Coburn, the man I started calling "Dad" way back in 1980 when he married my widowed mom would have been 74 today. We lost him to kidney failure in 1995, but it truly seems like just yesterday for me. There are days when I miss him like crazy and I wish, oh how I wish, that we could have had more time together. I take comfort in knowing that he made his peace with God before he left this earth and he made certain that my Mom, Paul and I knew how much he loved us. We still have the cards and notes he wrote to us in those last weeks and cherish them. Love you Dad.

The picture says it all. He was doing what he loved. Unfortunately, we were all still calling ourselves bass fishermen back then and hadn't really gotten serious about crappie fishing. I wish he could've been there for our crappie adventures, even though I know he's there on my shoulder now.

Thats a great picture Vonna. I know what you mean about him being on your shoulder. Everytime I am out in my boat.....I feel like my Dad is there with me. My Dad died in 1981

Very nice picture of "Dad"
He is looking over his shoulder at you everyday.

Great picture. it sure sounds like

Sorry about my fumble fingers, i was trying to say it sounds as if he was the type of person we all would like to get to know

Sounds like he was one of many blessings in your life. Cherish your memories. My Mom was my mentor and
she is with me on every hunting & fishing trip.

Amen. Thank you to those who expressed condolences to the family. I will continue to pray Jesus comforts and strengthens the family.