A Tribute to Dad

Because of my dad...

Because of my dad, I can stand still in a quiet meadow or a forest of trees and be utterly content in the beauty that surrounds me.

Because of my dad, I will forever laugh when boating across rough waters as I remember his tale of Mayma asking him to “miss those bumps, sonny.”

Because of my dad, I will always gauge the growth of corn and beans and hay as I pass by fields of them, whether I know who farms those fields or not.

Because of my dad, I will always harbor a fondness for safe cars—and regular oil changes. (Although mine needs it right now.)

Because of my dad, I will always offer guests in my house food and drink, and likely I’ll offer them more than once regardless of how they responded the first time I asked.

Because of my dad, I have a desire to own and ride another horse.

Because of my dad, I know how to drive a stick shift.

Because of my dad, I know the satisfaction that comes from a hard day’s work, and I’m grateful for that lesson.

Because of my dad, I hope to never know a stranger.

Because of my dad, I know the value of good, patient conversations; steady laughter; and a wink of the eye.

Because of my dad, I can appreciate ways of life (Swamp People, anyone?) that I will never live myself.

Because of my dad’s love for my mom and hers for him, I know what a solid, loving, lifetime marriage is.

Because of my dad’s love, I know what it means to be accepted and treasured for the individual I am.

Because of my dad, I know strength. I know love. I know laughter. I know friendship. I know generosity.

Because of my dad, I know what it means to live a life worth living.


Robert R. Flora was a soul on this Earth for almost eighty years.

To those of us who were blessed to walk alongside him, he will be a husband, a father, a grandfather, an uncle, and a friend for eternity.

Until we meet again…

I love you, Papa.
Sis