To every story there is a beginning and an end. But with this one, our Dibbs17 Journey, is a full circle. My Unplanned Purpose is what I love to call it. This story is a million little pieces all coming together, all playing out to be pieces to a bigger puzzle that neither you nor I could ever piece on our own, or alone. This story you may say, doesn’t have an exact beginning, not even a definite end or a start and finish line. You could absolutely say a story of life and death, but I say this is a story of a million angels working hard at placing every moment, every person, every challenge, every heartache, and every triumph into the right place at the right time. So I begin our story in the middle, with a man that loved his life, especially his wife and children, and all the pieces that were placed just perfectly for him. Even when he looks back and tells the story of when his world fell apart as his youngest 18 yr old daughter collapsed on their front porch…
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| Walters wife & daughters |
Walter was very involved in the community, a well respected man. Constantly on the road traveling a lot making time for what filled his heart most; the Green dale Lions Club, Boy Scout events, and family weekends every chance he could. With 4 daughters and a beautiful wife, Walter was certainly outnumbered in a house of girls. Community time with the Boy Scouts and Lions Club was Walters way of having some fun with the boys, ever so often bringing his daughters along when able to. His girls eventually were following his footsteps with the outgoing, friendly, loving spirit their dad showed as he spoke and worked kindly with others. A family- community- hard working- man best described Walter; taking pride in all he did and embracing all the people around him...
To every story there is a beginning and an end. But with this one, our Dibbs17 Journey, is a full circle. My Unplanned Purpose is what I love to call it. This story is a million little pieces all coming together, all playing out to be pieces to a bigger puzzle that neither you nor I could ever piece on our own, or alone. This story you may say, doesn’t have an exact beginning, not even a definite end or a start and finish line. You could absolutely say a story of life and death, but I say this is a story of a million angels working hard at placing every moment, every person, every challenge, every heartache, and every triumph into the right place at the right time. So I begin our story in the middle, with a man that loved his life, especially his wife and children, and all the pieces that were placed just perfectly for him. Even when he looks back and tells the story of when his world fell apart as his youngest 18 yr old daughter collapsed on their front porch…
