If my father were
alive today, we would be celebrating his eighty-ninth birthday.
I miss him.
The deep sorrow
of grief has been replaced by sweet memories of this dear man. Hard work,
sacrifice, and commitment were a part of his DNA. While he never taught in a classroom, his life
was a beautiful example.
He was the man
who loved his wife, cherished being a father, adored his grandchildren, enjoyed
pepper on his melon, hated debt, enjoyed jazz, delighted in laughter, read his Bible,
and loved Jesus.
While he did not
enjoy a long life, nor was he was able to enjoy retirement, he did savor every
ounce of his life. His wise counsel has become of my everyday life.
The ancient
Greeks had six words for the love. I am
able to understand a part of agape love because of my father. He loved me even when we did not see eye to eye.
“We never know
the love of a parent until we become a parent ourselves. “
Henry Ward
Beecher