Harry-My Dad

My children never knew my dad, their grandfather. He died when they were babies. One time after lamenting that fact my sister said she was glad her children never knew him. Wow!--was all I could manage to utter. People really liked my Dad or really disliked him-apparently even his children. My extended family has always said I am the most like my Dad--ouch! We are/were too "black and white", too opinionated, too harsh, too loud--both without hope of changing until God gave us life in Jesus! That changed everything...