A Flood of Memories

Today my Mom came to visit me...it was so great to see her and talk with her. We had a really good day! She brought some things to me of my Dad's......talk about memories flooding your mind. I became a basket case for a bit, then pulled it together and decided to share it with all of you....

One of the treasures that she brought was his drum set. Him playing these drums in church is probably one of my earliest memories.Looking at them, I can still him sitting up there on the platform leading the singing, and playing those drums.I remember how he looked when he would sing "I Feel Like Traveling On" or "I'll Fly Away" or "There Is Coming a Day"....I can hear that voice, strong and sure. I can see those hands as one kept time with the music and at times the other be raised in worship to God. Now, these same drums set in my house. My husband is a drummer as well, and our intent is that he will play these at church too. But right now, I just don't know....every time I touch them to move them I am instantly taken to visions of him and how it used to be. Music and singing, that is such a great part of who he was. I have sang with him since I was about in the 8th grade or so....I am so proud she asked me if I wanted the drums, I feel reconnected to him seeing them here. When I picked up the drum sticks to move them, it was strange, touching something he had touched. It was like I could see him, smiling at me once again. Then at the same time that I am typing this, I realize that a blog post just does not do the memories that I have justice. I wish I could convey through my words what an awesome, faith-filled, inspiring, great Daddy that he was.....there are just no words that can paint that picture......

My hope for you today is this....if your parents are still with you, treasure the moments that you get to spend with them....they are gone all too soon....Regina