Fathers

“Some people don't believe in heroes but they haven't met my dad.” – 

By divine design, fathers are to preside over their families in love and righteousness and are responsible to provide the necessities of life and protection for their families.

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Why Are Fathers So Important?
by. D. Todd Christofferson 

My wedding day

I know you have never met my dad.  He died before you were born.  In fact, he died way too soon in my opinion.  His name was Henri Georges Cabrol.  He was born in Barr, Alsace-Lorraine, France in 1927.  He was the gentlest of men.  He adored my mother.   He loved family and baseball.  I miss him with all my heart.  

My sweetest memory of my dad was watching him shave and get ready to go to work.  After he shaved he would carry me down the stairs on this back!  Oh, how I loved that!  I felt like the most special little girl in the world.

My father, his father and mother and grandmother

My father grew up in France during World War II.  France was a very scary place for a boy.  He was living in Paris when Hilter invaded.  Adolphe Hitler was a tryant.  He killed millions of people.  When the bomber planes were coming, my father was about 11 years old.  Everyone on the street was packing up their cars and going south.  My grandmother would not leave Paris because my grandfather was a soldier in the French army.  She was afraid if she left Paris that he would not know where to find her.  So, my father sat on the curb and cried.  Soon he looked up to see an Army jeep coming down the road.  It was my grandfather.  The family packed up the jeep and headed to the south of France.  My father said that as they drove south, bomber planes would fly over them.  They would run out of their jeep to hide.  That was such a scary time for him.