Welcome to my place in cyberspace. I created this blog as a forum for those near and far. I apologize for its impersonal nature, but in this quintessential, modern-day world rife with ironic technology, this forum seems to be a viable, (though hardly ideal), alternative for some form of communication when time factors conflict. As you kick back here, I hope you enjoy your visit; but keep in mind that no progression in technology can ever replace my yearnings for a more personal exhange. In the meantime, let's toast to you and your family's health, hope, and happiness. Thanks for letting me share with you.
Pops, The Stroh Patriarch
We posted these poems here to demonstrate the range and nature of our emotions as we stand together and behind you as you stand in the arena to fight and win the greatest challenge of your life. It expresses how precious you are to the both of us and to all your family and friends.
With deepest, dearest love,
Your daughters,
MarlaDina
Only A Dad
by Edgar A. Guest
Only a dad with a tired face, Coming home from the daily race, Bringing little of gold or fame, To show how well he has played the game; But glad in his heart that his own rejoice, To see him come and to hear his voice.
Only a dad with a brood of four, One of ten million men or more, Plodding along in the daily strife, Bearing the whips and the scorns of life, With never a whimper of pain or hate, For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud, Merely one of the surging crowd, Toiling, striving from day to day, Facing whatever may come his way, Silent whenever the harsh condemn, And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all, To smooth the way for his children small, Doing with courage stern and grim, The deeds that his father did for him. This is the line that for him I pen: Only a dad, but the best of men.
My Hero
by Debbie Hinton Young
As I ponder the love that I saw in his eyes, A Godly love, given without compromise; I recall many times that he stood by my side, And prodded me on with great vigor and pride. His voice ever confident, firm and yet fair, Always speaking with patience, tenderness and care. The power and might of his hands was so sure, I knew there was nothing we couldn't endure. It's true, a few others provided insight,Yet, he laid the foundation that kept me upright. He's the grandest of men to have lived on this earth, although he's not royal by stature or birth. He's a man of great dignity, honor and strength. His merits are noble, and of admirable length. He's far greater than all other men that I know, He's my Dad, he's my mentor, my friend and hero.
Quite A Hero
Author Unknown
My Hero is the quiet type, No marching bands, no media hype. But through my eyes it's plain to see, a hero, God has sent to me. With gentle strength and quiet pride, All self concern is set aside, To reach out to our fellow man, And be there with a helping hand. Heroes are a rarity, A blessing to humanity.With all they give and all they do, I'll bet the thing you never knew, My quiet hero has always been you.
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