Written by Two years ago this morning, my Dad passed away. To me, the date April 14th has now been redefined forever. As this date neared, and ultimately arrived, I have had many folks share their warm thoughts, prayers, and feelings with my family and I, regarding the support we all welcome in tough times. Several folks have alluded to the idea that my Dad is in heaven and looking down on me, or watching over me. I believe that is true and I appreciate the sentiments shared very much.
This morning though, as I was working on woodworking projects in the garage, and listening to my old school country playlist, that I used to listen to with my Dad, a thought hit me like a thunderbolt. I thought, first I was a son. First, before anything else, I came into this world as a son. I was born with a Dad and a Mom. I looked up to my Dad right from those first moments. And now, two years after Dad left this earth to live forever with his heavenly Father, I know he looks down on me. Although I am totally comfortable in my role, and I prefer to see myself as looking up to him because first I was a son.
Please take a few minutes and read what I wrote back when my Dad died if you wish. It’s April 14th again, and this is will be on my mind all day, and then some.