Letter To Dad

"Dear Dad,
It’s been ten years, how’ve you been doing? The last I heard from you, you wrote on your first Christmas in heaven. Oh yes, I forgot “…thousand years is like one day and one day like a thousand years." Sometimes things move like that down here too. Your annual special day gets my attention when it comes around. How could I escape this day, as our children we’ve been blessed with, remind me of Father’s Day. Our precious three children have sure grown up since you last saw them. They’re married now and live out their grandfather’s dream. Every one of them loves and shares their music, just like you and Mom did. Your old guitar hangs on a wall of the youngest. It still plays like it’s in your lap and sounds as good as it did when you played. Remember the times you talked about wanting to play the harp?


Mom had to move from the place where you and Mom lived. It’s a small place, with three cottages. I’ll bet where you are there must be lots of room. Mom can’t get around like she did when she cared for you in your last couple of years. Now she needs help with a lot of her needs but she still has your picture beside her bed. I know she doesn’t need a picture to remind you of how you looked in your best days. She says I look more like you every day. Maybe that’s why she held my hand so long the last time we had a visit.

In a couple of months our house will be full of people you’ll remember. There’ll be some new faces too. You’ve got a couple of great-grand kids. They’ll be spread over the whole house with their toys I’m sure. I’ve still got one of yours you made for a Christmas present. The games kids have now days are all too much for me. They’re just gadgets that do the thinking for them. They don’t know how to do the math like you could, but their still as smart as a whip.

This house full is about a wedding. Yes, your grandchildren are growing up which means weddings. You often talked about a wedding in heaven and the invitation is in the Bible. Mom still has it beside your picture. I’ll be there too and will look for you.
My day is flying by, sorry I have to go. Love you Dad,
Your son,
Rudy"