My Dad, the Fearless June Bug Killer

My Dad, The Fearless June Bug Killer.

I came into this world, Late in his life,
53 years old with 3 kids and a wife.
I wasn't planned It was shocking I'm sure,
But here he was now with a new Baby Girl.

For the start I loved my sweet Dad
and spent many happy hours right there in his lap.
He had the strongest shoulders in the world.
He throw me up high and I was secure.

He made me big breafasts of eggs and corned beef
in the little black skillet in the oven he'd keep.
He'd sit at the table and read God's word every day
then take me to school and then the playground to play.

I'll never forget the time that I fell off the merry-go round,
He had tears in eyes as he picked me up from the ground.
Rushed back to the house where he cleaned up my cut's and combed my curls
Then off to get Ice Cream at Red Barn with his little girl.

Saturday mornings were the happiest yet.
Up early to practice my coronet.
After my lesson without fail, to Duncan Donuts we would go.
He'd let me have coffe as much as I'd liked and all the doughnuts were chocolate Iced.

He spoiled me rotten. It was a disgrace,
but he couldn't handle my sad little face.
cold luches at school just couldn't be had,
12 :00 every day, here would come my Dad.

Mc Donalds, Hardee's, Pizza or Chicken.
It was always a hot meal that I would be getting.
And sometimes he'd stay and have lunch with me.
We'd eat on the playground and he'd stay for P.E.

I can still see him sitting in his station Wagon.
reading his Bible so patiant so happy.
My friends all said I was the luckiest girl around.
Because on weekends he'd take us to town.

Off to the mall it was a long way,
but he was happy to do it and happy to pay.
He was our hero our favorite Dad,
and gave me the very best times to be had.

And on those long, hot summer nights,
He's sit with me and watch the lights,
in old mason jars the lightening bugs.
we caught in the cool green grass that I loved.

Stricklands Ice Cream runs.
Late at night and lots of fun.
Falling asleep in the car coming back,
Then to be carried up to my room like a happy sack.


On the hot and sweltery summer nights
I had one horrible, scary fright.
The horrid June bug buzzing in flight.
They would terrorize me until I would cry

And then here would come my big strong Dad.
With a giant fly swatter in his hand.
He'd kill the pesky bugs outright and then he's make sure he left on the light.
Then a drink of water, hugs and kisses, prayers and good night.

The very best Dad in the world I have known.
A great Man a hero, in war and at home.
He was a husband who lived for his wife
and loved his children more than his own Life.

Teen age years, I'm sure for him wasn't easy at all
but he was determined that he would stay close and keep me safe from harm.
One night I was sure my heart was shattered, My dad showed me what really mattered.
He went and got pizza, candy and Gone With The Wind Marathon and very soon my tears were all gone.

Then the day came that he had dreaded. The day his last little girl would be wedded.
Right before we walked the aisle he was crying through his smile.
He loved Keith as a son and he knew he was the right one.
On the day that we left to start our life we pulled away as dad stood crying in the drive.

Then the day came when he was Grandpa Murrell,
and there was one special, little smurfette girl.
He was more gentle even kinder, more loving and happy,
and each new grandchild made him kind of sappy.

Grandchildren were perfect he'd say,
and get mad if you discilined them in any way.
The'd climb on his lap and ride in his car.
They'd get by with anything, they were the star.

Then we could see our dad was growing old.
Silver haired and a back that was bowed.
He was sweet and gentle and selfless up to the end.
He was a treasure to God we would send.

On a hot summer afternoon one sad day in June,
We all gathered in his living room.
He held us all close and the look in eyes,
Let us know he was not very long for this life.

He looked at his beauty, his best friend, his bride,
And told he loved her they'd had a good Life.
He held all his children 2 daughters a son,
son in laws, Tammy, one just like his own, little granddaughters and grandson.

He smiled and told us of his love,
For us and Mom and most of all for his Jesus, His Savior
Then we sang to him "Peace Like A River in my Soul"
And we watchesd in awe at a perfect man go.

Heaven trembled and cried as hail fell to the ground,
And we all knew somehow as he made that last sound,
This world had lost a most powerful warrior, a hero,
A patriarch had entered heavens portal.

Now he's reunited with the love of his life,
and together they are with the daughter, they lost one sad night.
In heaven with the GOD they served all of their Life.
I can only imagine it's one beautiful sight.

As the years pass by and I miss them so much.
I'd give anything for just one last precious touch.
But the memories I've kept so deep in my heart,
And I live to be reunited again.... never to part.