Funny thing after a week of remembering the upcoming anniversary of my Dad’s death, I TOTALLY FORGOT about it on the day… OOPS, I FORGOT… and yet I thought about my Dad A LOT that day, because I thought about his LIFE!
Everyday I think about my Dad. All week I had been watching Hogan’s Heros, which I used to watch with my Dad. (I fall asleep exhausted on the couch too, like my Dad.)
These past weeks at work, in my spare time, I have been preparing something like my Dad would do, I made photo albums for 2 friends who have retired. I ran around and snapped photos of many many people, in groups and solo… Fun, I loved it, I love creating chaos of care… The new people thought I was nuts, the vintage workers didn’t expect any different from me… Wacky is how I roll, and after 20 years I get away with it… My Dad worked over 50 years, so when people commend me for only 20, I instantly think of my Dad’s much longer longevity. (This is true of our Heavenly Father too – when people commend us for achieving something we should think of Our Father Whom all Good things are from).
So as I put the finishing touches on the books and mailed them, I thought: “This is something my Dad would have made: personal and unique and so they feel appreciated”… That’s how my Dad cared for people, AS INDIVIDUALS, and EVERYONE each as an IMPORTANT person. His saying was “You can tell the value of someone if you can sit down and have a cup of coffee with them.”
I think of my Dad in taking care of work business too, lots of work everyday and all year, and to be done with purpose not laziness nor overstepping on people. I always think about my Dad including and engaging people’s participation, as well as him being an advocate for those who are not always heard. Taking care of people even when they are not “your people”, because everyone is “our people”.
I remembered my Dad when someone called me the “work historian”, as I keep photo albums of work potlucks and parties. I remember years and names, personalities and especially growth of young workers into big bosses. I don’t think it’s weird, I think it’s normal, my Dad would have been his “work historian” too except there was an over 60-year worker longer-term than he was over 50 years – and so she was the “historian”, LOL, 60 years… My Dad always spoke of this person in admiration.
My Dad also spoke of his goals in life – to work longer than his father did at his railroad job – and to have his kids graduate college. Those values transfer to me – and I joyfully work hard to pay the rent and raise my kids. And I remember that he gave us some of his retirement mini nest egg to pay the down payment on our house, to pay some of my kids education, to fund some of my kids school trips. THAT’S just what my Dad would have wanted to share that money for.
The morning my Dad passed away a year ago, my son was at school and my daughter was taking a train up to the big city to see friends. Busy kids… They were living their lives, THAT’S just like my Dad would have wanted. We had been there to see him before he went downhill and that was a blessing. Then that morning when he was close to death, I hightailed it up to support my mom and brother, THAT’S just like my Dad would have wanted.
But all day on the one year anniversary, I forgot about my Dad’s death, but I am blessed because I thought A LOT about his LIFE. I even chatted with my mom and she didn’t mention it (not until a later email from her), but instead we chatted about random good things AND THAT’S just EXACTLY like my Dad would have wanted…
I am looking forward to seeing my Dad again in AfterLIFE. THAT’S just like OUR Heavenly Father would want! And so do we.
LIFE – much longer, better, and important to live than death.
Find Joy in the Journey.
Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup; you make my lot secure. The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance. I will praise the Lord, who counsels me; even at night my heart instructs me. I keep my eyes always on the Lord. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. Therefore my heart is glad and my tongue rejoices; my body also will rest secure, because you will not abandon me to the realm of the dead, nor will you let your faithful one see decay. You make known to me the path of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at your right hand.