My father reassembled all the fragments of crumbling metal, toiling with tweezers, to ensure that I hadn’t swallowed a single sliver.
“Okay, then. Call Mike at State Farm.”
Watching him, I realized:Mom was the heartbeat of our family.
But Dad was, is, will always be, our backbone.
A gray head is a crown of glory;
It is found in the way of righteousness.
Proverbs 16:31 (NASB)