|Daddy & me, a college freshman|
- baseball season starts in spring—he so loved the game.
- I hear the word, knuckle-ball—they say his just couldn’t be hit.
- we gather in a circle and hold hands to pray, remembering his often painful grip, especially if he was doing the praying.
- hummingbirds come to the feeder. How he loved to watch them.
- I make chocolate cake or brownies.
- we throw snowballs in winter—his favorite winter sport.
- I drive by my parents’ church, the one that I grew up in.
- I drive the Blue Ridge Parkway and the rhododendron is showing off.
- I drive by a field where kids are playing ball and hear the crack of the bat.
- I drive country roads and think of him teaching me to drive before I was old enough for a permit.
- I talk with his old friends.
- I hear upbeat music and feel like dancing.
- I cook hamburgers and hear him say, “I’d rather have a good hamburger than a steak.”
- visit his sister.
- we pray at meals, I often think of his long dinnertime prayers and some people wished he would cut it short so we could get on with the eating.
- I make cornbread.
- I wear his shirts.
- I watch his great grandchildren play sports—and can hear him cheering them on or yelling at the officials.
- I look at old photos.
- I sit by the ocean.
- I start a prayer saying, “Oh God, our dear Heavenly Father...”
- I make pineapple upside-down cake, or any sweet for that matter.
- it’s Father’s Day and I can’t give him a hug and get one in return.
wish I could have one more conversation, one more hug, and tell him I love him
just one more time.
Do I wish he were here instead of where he’s now residing? Not at all.
Because right now he’s eternally in his prime; he’s pain free and trouble free.
|Daddy and Mamma way back when ...|
He’s beholding beauty beyond anything any of us can imagine.
He has been reunited with my brother, Tommy and my Mama, who had been anticipating his arrival for couple of months ahead of him.
And best of all he’s with his beloved Savior, Jesus, who already had a new home all prepared for him.
I often think of what my friend, Anna, said to me a couple weeks after Mamma’s home-going: “She’s having more fun than we are right now.”
How very true, and now Daddy’s right there having all that fun as well. I ponder that as I cherish the memories of my precious father.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.
“He whose head is in heaven need not fear to put his feet into the grave.” Matthew Henry
What are some favorite things about your father?
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