S: Daays withOur Father
BC: I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat But always keep that hunger May you never take one single breath for granted God forbid love ever leave you empty handed I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance Never settle for the path of least resistance Living might mean taking chances But they're worth taking Lovin' might be a mistake But it's worth making Don't let some hell bent heart Leave you bitter When you come close to selling out Reconsider Give the heavens above More than just a passing glance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance I hope you dance Time is a real and constant motion always Rolling us along Tell me who Wants to look back on their youth and wonder Where those years have gone I hope you still feel small When you stand by the ocean Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance Dance
FC: Days With Our Dad | Inspired by: "Days with My Father" by: Phillip Toledano
1: Days With Our Dad A picture memoir of Eugene Francis Clendenning
2: Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory Cherish every moment.
3: Eugene Francis Clendenning Born July 19, 1942 Rochester, New York
4: 288 West High Terrance Rochester, New York 19th Ward St Monica's Elementary School[
5: Family Mother: Mildred Murphy Father: Eugene William Sisters: Katherine and Nora Brother: John | Gene, John and Nora with Grandmother
6: Graduated: McQuiad Jesuit 1960
8: He was a real hero. \ | ''This is Main Street. My residence is marked.' -Vietnam 1965
10: October 12, 1968 St. Monica's Church
12: He had very loyal friends. They stayed with him from childhood. He never let them go.
13: He was funny. He was never loud. He was subtle. He did not talk a lot, but If he spoke, we would listen, because it was always worth listening to.
14: He traveled the world: Greece, Turkey, Russia, Finland, Sweden, Denmark, Norway, Mexico, Poland, Vietnam, Canada, Croatia, Bosnia, Estonia, England, Ireland, Caribbean
16: To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
17: He loved his grandchildren. They will always be a part of him.
18: When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.