As I opened the door late last night, to let the dog out, I
realized that it was a lot cooler outside than it was in the house…
I followed the dog outside and sat down in a rocking chair
on the patio. Of course, I immediately
looked up at the stars. I cannot look at
the stars without thinking about my daddy.
We used to lay on his USMC green, wool blanket on the back lawn and look
at the stars. He would tell us the names
of the constellations and how sailors used the stars to navigate.
I’ve told the story many times before, along with a lot of
other memories about my daddy, on my blogs.
I guess the star-gazing memory is special to me…
As I sat there, looking up at the stars, I realized that my
memories are tangible to me; perhaps because I think about them—and Daddy—often. Something else occurred to me as I sat there:
all those memories from so long ago happened right here in this same backyard.
Tangible memories….
I can sit where he sat, eat where he ate, look at pictures
from our house back then….that is still my house now, and remember him. And when I do, I feel surrounded and comforted
by those same memories.
Life ends, eventually, for all of us. I am so glad that my daddy lives on in my
memories…
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!
