The Things We Remember Most

My dad was a funny guy. He was the youngest child of four and his father died when he was only two, so he got away with a lot of stuff. Sometimes he would get this mischievous look in his eye and I’d know he had something up his sleeve. I especially loved to watch him interact with his sisters, when he’d tease them or startle them with a silly noise. They’d laugh and often launch into a quick dance. Yes, a dance––usually swing steps.

Dad’s been gone for nearly seven years, but I still see him occasionally, in the smiles and antics of my sons as they carry on the humor and mischief. They’re fully grown and two of them are dads now. I know for certain they cut up with their kids. Sometimes becoming a kid themselves for a brief moment, enjoying the luxury of a full-on belly laugh or just a knowing smile.

My husband was only twelve when he lost his father. He didn’t really know how to be a dad, but some things just come natural. He put forth his best effort and as all dads do, he has a few regrets about those years. He often wishes he’d spent more time with them or hadn’t taken everything so seriously. We’ve got three fine sons these days. All of them living good lives and serving God. No complaints here.

This Father’s Day, we plan to spend time together. I’m sure there’ll be those moments of reminiscing. One thing I know, there will be laughter. If you have a father in your life to celebrate, do it. Celebrate the good things, the shining moments, the best times. Those are the ones worth remembering. All the other stuff, well, you can set them out at the curb and let the trash pick them up. Time is precious––life is precious––don’t waste it on regrets.

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Father’s Day – A Dedication

On the way home from Mom’s house today, I ran into heavy traffic. Spur of the moment, I turned off the main road onto a back road I knew would take me across country to my subdivision. This was a one-lane road, with a gravel shoulder just in case you meet another vehicle. It is definitely a road less traveled. I didn’t expect to meet another vehicle and I wasn’t disappointed. 
The road twists and turns through woods and fields with steep inclines. Driving down this beautiful stretch of back road through deeply shaded woods and bright green open meadows, I was reminded of the Robert Frost poem, “…the woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep…and miles to go before I sleep.” I took a few minutes to breathe and remember. Sometimes, when you’re really busy, you just get tired. I needed a second wind.
Mom, Dad and Thomas, 2006
Mom and I had visited Dad’s grave. The picture you see here is the last one taken of him. Mom’s holding little Thomas, their great grandson and Dad’s namesake. Thomas will be five next week. Yesterday would have been Dad’s 80th birthday. He may never know I honored him with a visit, but I know. I miss him.  
I have chosen a road less traveled in another area of my life. It’s not an easy road, but it’s one I’ve chosen and I mean to pursue it to the end. It will require study and hard work to achieve it, but I know I can do it and I’m not giving up. I think Dad would be proud.