Remembering My Dad

My Dad passed away on Easter Sunday morning in 1991. He had lung cancer and died six months to the day that he found out about the cancer. That's been over 17 years ago and I still miss him. My Dad was a great man and he really loved the Lord. I can remember prior to his being saved, how he responded mostly in anger and frustration, but after Jesus came into his life, he became a very gentle man. Now my dad only had a 7th grade education, so as the world would believe, he was not a smart man at all. But what the world didn't know about my dad was he had mucho common sense. He may have had trouble doing math, but he didn't have trouble using math. He may have had trouble using proper english,but he didn't have trouble saying the right things.In fact, when I was much younger, I use to think of my dad as someone who just wasn't to smart. In fact, if I'm going to be honest, I thought my dad was dumb. But something happened the older I got, the smarted he got or at least in my mind, that's the way it was. He became one of the smartest people I knew and then he died. You see there are thiings today, I would like to ask my Dad and I don't have that opportunity to do so. There are things today, that I believe my Dad could give me good sound advice and yet I can't ask him for it. So let me say to those of you who read this blog. If you Dad is still alive, ask him all the questions you can. Get as much information from him as you can. Someday, you will be like me, you won't have that chance to ask any more. I read the following just the other day and I believe this is so very true at least it is in my life.

The Fatherhood Cycle
When I was 4 years old: "My Daddy can do anything"
When I was 7 years old: "My Dad knows a lot, a whole lot"
When I was 12 years old: "Oh well--naturally--Father doesn't know that either"
When I was 14 years old: "Father? Hopelessly old fashioned"
When I was 21 years old: "Oh that man is so out of date. What did you expect?"
When I was 25 years old: "He knows a little bit about it--but not much"
When I was 30 years old: "Maybe we ought to dind out what Dad Thinks"
When I was 35 years old: "Let's ask Dad wha the would do before we make a decision"
When I was 40 years old: "I wound what Dad would have thought about that? He was pretty smart."
When I was 50 years old: My Dad knew absolutely everything"
When I was 60 years old: I'd give anything if Dad were here so I could talk this over with him. I really miss him.

That's my feeling exactly.