There are so many ways that I’m similar to my Dad. Just this week, I filled my coffee cup a bit too full and had to sip some of the black coffee before I could add cream. As I noted that I found the black coffee acceptable, it reminded me that Dad took his coffee black. Mostly, as I thought this, I felt the sadness of loss. I realized in that moment that while we were very different people, I could do a lot worse than being a little more like my DaD.
I haven’t written in this blog since he died. It was all very sudden. Dad died while tending the farm. It was a Sunday and it was just after he had given a service at the new church that was his new parish. Not many people achieve a lifelong dream, but Dad did… for a few short weeks. The following picture has become my favorite memory of DaD. It’s from his installation service, during a hymn (you can see father Donald playing in the background). Dad rarely smiled for pictures, but this was a very happy day.
It’s time to continue my blog. I expect that I will have more to say about DaD, but it is important to continue. This blog has one fewer readers, but it is important to continue.