My parents split when I was three years old and I was sent to live with my paternal grandparents. My father was around – he lived a couple blocks away as I was growing up – but I didn’t see him much. In essence, my grandfather, Samuel Linville Smith, was my father. I will ever be grateful for the courage mustered, at the age of 51 – the age I am right now – to take on the out-of-control bundle of energy and insecurity that I was at that age and to raise me to the point where I might actually achieve something in life.
He died in 1984 and I miss him every day. Happy Father’s Day, Granddaddy. This is for you.
THE BROADMAN HYMNAL
-for Samuel Linville Smith
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
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