Another Father's Day

       Father's Day is one of the hardest days of the year for someone who has lost their dad. For me, however, it is hard to not be among the many families that spend their day with their dad but its also a day that I can be joyful. I know that my dad is singing praises to our God and in my opinion he's the lucky one. Another Father's Day weekend has come. Father's Day for me is a weekend of remembering wonderful memories of my dad. 

     My dad had many different qualities that I love to remember. I can't help but remember all of the funny things that he always did. Like the time we were watching Around the World in 80 Days as a family and he got in the floor and started acting like Budda or the many jokes that he continued to tell everyone that he met. 

     I also remember all of the times that Dad taught me things I still use today. The time he taught me how to drive my little Volkswagon beetle for the first time is a memory that I laugh about all the time.  He came to pick me up from Camp Barnabas in my new car that my parents surprised me with.  The only thing is when I got into the driver seat, it had three pedals. Yes, it was a stick. I didn't even know that standard vehicles had three pedals. He made me drive it home and I had no idea what to do.  I got the hang of it except when I would get to a stop light. I killed it six times at one stop light. I was getting honked at behind us and all that Dad was doing was laughing in the passenger seat while I was sobbing in the driver seat. He did teach me well. I can now successfully drive a stick and not kill it every time I drive it.

     Recently while I have been remodeling, there has been several times that I needed something done and I already knew how to do it because my Dad had taught me.  I took down and put back up a light and put mud on a ceiling. I smile every time I am able to do it without looking it up on Pinterest. 

       I am most grateful for the fact that Dad taught me what it means to be a follower of Christ.  Until the day he died, he was a devoted Christian.  I will never forget the many different sermons that he gave on Sunday mornings. Dad always wanted Logan and I to be musicians so that we could worship our God with our talents.  One of the last memories I have of Dad is when he was laying in bed listening to I Can Only Imagine.  It started playing and he asked if we would go get a drum for him to play and he started singing it.  Another moment I will never forget.

     It's hard to believe that Dad has been gone for 4 years now. These memories are memories that I can hold on to and remember each time that I miss my dad. My dad was a wonderful man and I cannot wait to see him again when my time has come to an end.