Tuesday, April 12, 2011
I'm so sorry for your loss but I'm happy you were able to spend the summers with your father. That you invited him to your place, to your home & treated him with great respect as your father. That you guys had laughs & love. One of my memories of Uncle Bob is when we all got in trouble for something (we were young) and we all had to line up to get a spanking. I was the last in line, so it was torture to see the other 3 ahead of me taking their spanking. Finally it was my turn, I got one swat on the bottom with a paddle, I cried, we cried then we were done crying and went about playing. I felt good about my spanking. Uncle Bob never yelled. He just stated why we were being spanked and that was that. I did feel loved. God Bless you all, Diana Davis
