Tomorrow (March 6) is Dad’s birthday. It kind of snuck up on me and so now I’m sad about it. Which I know I shouldn’t be since he and Mom are celebrating with Jesus. Nellie is coming to Sioux Falls tomorrow and hopefully Tracy and Patricia will be able to come over. In honor of Dad we are going to have supper together and eat crab legs and raw potatoes and onions. For reals.
I was telling the kids about our plans and Caleb says, “Mom, for dessert we should have spicy bears!”
It brought tears to my eyes. He was talking about cinnamon bears, which were dad’s favorite and the kids still love to eat them and talk about Papa.
So tonight I’m thinking about Papa and how much we miss him. And what we miss about him.
I miss that whenever we would go visit them he would disappear. We always gave him a hard time about it. He would go work outside or go down to their rental house and do work there. We always teased him that he didn’t like to be around us.
I miss being able to call him and get an earful of advice. A good earful. He would talk and talk, sharing encouragement and advice. We would call him about anything, and he would always have an answer for us.
I miss hearing him answer the phone and say, “Hey Mis!”
I miss hearing him say “Take care.” We never said “I love you,” growing up. I think it was when I was in my 20’s that we started saying it, and even then Dad didn’t say it a lot. He said it sometimes but he mostly said “Take care,” which we knew meant “I love you.”
I miss his teasing. He was such a teaser, but in a good way. He knew when to stop and never took his teasing too far. I think everyone in our family, even our extended family, would say they miss that about dad.
I miss seeing him with the kids. Angel and Caleb love their Papa so much. There are still nights when they’ll start to cry while we are tucking them into bed. They will ask why Grama and Papa had to die and I tell them I don’t know.
I miss his laugh. Every once in a while Dad would laugh this great laugh. It wasn’t his “normal” laugh but it was a laugh that indicated that he thought something was especially funny. It was so great and made us laugh along with him.
I miss his quiet, strong presence. He was a man of few words, but the words he said were meaningful. He loved his family dearly and did everything he could to provide for us.
A friend posted the other day about her dad being gone for 27 years. I think about that and in a way it brings me comfort. God does heal the pain but the scar will always remain when a parent is lost, especially when they seem too young to be gone. Whether is three years or 27 years, life just isn’t the same without Dad.
I’m so thankful for my heavenly father. There are so many scriptures that remind the orphan that God is their father. What great comfort that brings. We will never be left alone, we will never be abandoned. Not by the one who loves us more than any earthly parent ever good. So it’s on days like these, when the pain of losing Mom and Dad is stronger than others, that I will cling to my heavenly father and know He walks with me.