Still thinking about fathers this week…and for my walk down memory lane today, I have been remembering my own dad! So many memories – of easy, carefree days…of special life events….of perfect vacations….of great advice….the model of a true gentleman and such strong character! Not doubt, my sweetest memory is the evening I spent with my dad in the hospital’s hospice wing. Dad’s cancer was hurting and he slept alot from the medicine but when he was awake, Dad was very alert and we had much time to talk – and to just be together. I wanted so much to know for sure that Dad was confident about eternity. Although he was a “good” man – a very good man – I had never really heard his testimony. I had asked him about it and he said he knew he was going to Heaven but I wanted to hear his testimony…….and God gave me that privilege that night in the hospital. Such a clear, Bible testimony of putting his faith in Christ and accepting Him as his savior. I KNOW my dad is in Heaven…no doubt lovin’ on my boy!!…and I know I will see them both again!!
One favorite memory that came to mind this week was a really “old” one…back from my pre-school years! (Honestly, this is probably as far back as my memory goes – I really don’t remember much of anything before this one!) We moved from Norfolk to Fairfax the winter before I turned four. We were staying in a small motel (The White House Motel..no kidding) not far from my dad’s new office while waiting for our moving truck to arrive. There was snow in the forecast….a first for me!! I remember – vividly – waking up to not just snow but a blizzard!! Two feet of snow (this detail I did look up on the internet…how cool that you can do that!)!!
The city was completely shut down….except for one small diner across from the “White House”. I remember Dad carrying me on his shoulders (Mom was carrying my little brother) and forging a path across the deserted highway to that diner so we could have breakfast. I wish I could remember more details…like what we had for breakfast or even what we did later that day?!?….but I totally remember the sense of adventure – and nothing to fear or fret about – as I rode up on my Dad’s shoulders!! My dad – my hero!!