I have been thinking about my father. Certain places and events trigger the memory. He died at Easter so that brings it back. He helped us put in sidewalks around our house so sometimes just walking outside reminds me.
Do I miss him? Yeah, he is not around and there is an empty spot but he was not my buddy so there is not that kind of emptiness. We were not given to long conversations, sharing our feelings and advice. His input was more example and strength than a lot of words.
The part that did make a difference is still here: example, legacy. That is more important than any feelings and companionship. You might say that legacy never goes out of style.
I think my father’s character is one reason I don’t have any trouble with the fatherhood of God. I have not problem understanding what a healthy fear is and how it helps a person to walk the straight road. I know what it is to depend on someone and trust that they would take care of me. I know what it is to not want to let someone down because I did not want to shame them.
I never remember my father playing catch with me but I remember him getting up in the middle of the night to come help me get my broken down car home. I don’t remember him telling me he loved me but I do remember that I never had any concern about where my next meal would come from.
I have a legacy. I pray to God that I would be the kind of father who would also leave a legacy for my children.
homo unius libri
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