Money is the most unsatisfying of possessions. It takes away
some of the cares, no doubt; but it brings with it quite as many cares as it
takes away. There is trouble in getting of it. There is anxiety in the keeping
of it. There is temptation in the use of it. There is guilt in the abuse of it.
There is sorrow in the loosing of it. There is perplexity in the disposing of
it. - J.C. Ryle
Each Memorial Day I know of several people who visit the cemetery to pay respects to loved ones, to remember and honor those who have died. Many people who visit grave sites on Memorial Day also visit at other times during the year. It is honoring and a way to keep a memory alive. Nothing wrong with doing this in my book.
I often think about going, but I never do. It may be that it is too painful. Maybe I am lazy. Maybe 22 years is not long enough. Maybe, it is because I know that he is not in the grave. Maybe...
It is not because I did not love my dad - he was awesome!
It is not because I have forgotten him. In fact I especially think of him around Memorial Day because of the Indianapolis 500. Mom would always let Dad and me stay home from church on the Sunday before Memorial day so that we could listen to the race on radio. (Back in the day it was not shown live on TV) So... I continue to do this. Each Memorial day is race day for this son.
I think of dad almost every time I have an early morning cup of coffee. He loved coffee and always had a thermos full ready for the day.
I think of my dad each time I get a whiff of carburetor cleaner. If you have ever smelled the stuff you will know what I mean - it is awesome.
I think of my dad...
when my car breaks down because he could fix it
and really miss him as I watch my girls grow
when I read the book of Daniel. He was far from a Biblical Scholar but he loved the stories in Daniel.
when I put on jeans and a t-shirt. It was good enough for him and it is good enough for me.
when I hear country music. (OK - he wasn't perfect)
when I see Harley Davidson motorcycles
and wonder if he would be proud of me
when I smell cigarette smoke. (Not really a good memory)
when I drink a big glass of tea
when I think of heaven
as I work with commitment and grit
when I see Hot Wheels (He gave me my first ever track and cars)
Maybe someday I will go and see the white cross on top of his grave. Maybe. But until that day, I will remember him each day.
Today was the Bolder Boulder. I had the privilege of running with my daughter Bethany. My goal was to finish under 50 minutes. Hallelujah - I finished in 49:19! Not my personal best, but it was faster than I have run in the past several years. It was fun to run with Bethany and she did great finishing in 52 minutes.