For those who loved my dad

It’s been a year since the Lord took my dad home. And it’s been a year since I was at this spot . . . I should not have waited so long. I’m not sure why, but it was medicine for my heart to weep, play my guitar, sit and remember dad where we buried him. For family and friends who can’t make the trip, may this short clip(s) help you also to reflect and give thanks to the Lord for the life that he gave to Bud Truman.

Two clips are provided for you because of different scenery and sound quality.