Whenever I feel brave…
May 17th was my father’s birthday. I went to visit his grave in nearby La Feria, Texas.
Twenty-eight years ago my parents were “Winter Texans” down here in the Rio Grande Valley of south Texas. My father was cutting the grass on a lawn tractor at Frontier Baptist Mission, where they were helping out. We have to assume that he got too close to the edge of the wide irrigation ditch on the property. He and the lawn ...Continue Reading »