A glance at my phone about 4:30 this morning wasn’t even necessary. I don’t need Apple to tell me it’s October 4. It’s a day I can feel coming in the deepest part of my heart.
My Dad’s birthday.
He would have been 67, but on January 10, 2008, God thought Dad’s time on earth had ended. And as I held tightly to his hand and whispered “it’s ok to go, Dad,” he took one last breath.
I disagreed with God.
I had a 7 and 5 year old who adored their Poppy – the Poppy who played with toys and hunted eggs and gave piggy back rides. How could God take my Daddy? Their Poppy? My Momma’s husband? How could this be? My parents had worked so very hard all their lives. These were supposed to be the good years – the “well done” restful years of retirement. Not goodbye.
So every October 4 and January 10, God and I have the same conversation. Me telling Him how I wish it could have been – how I wish it could be for me, my sister, our kiddos, and my Momma. Of course, I never win. I know God listens and sees each tear. But, Dad still isn’t here. And I still don’t understand.
I think my sister described this struggle best…
Today is my Dad’s birthday. He would have been 67. My first thoughts are…he would be retired…he would love Chloe (her daughter/my niece who is 2)…he’d be proud of Hannah and Owen (my kiddos)…he’d still be following Poca football (the high school my entire family attended)…we’ve been cheated by not having him here for the past 8 years.
However, I trust in a sovereign God that works all things for the good of my family because we love Him. While today is no easier than any other day since my Dad went home to Heaven, I’m so thankful knowing he’s there and I’ll be with him again someday. Happy birthday, Dad. I love you and I miss you so much.
And in the comments of her post…
Pud was a great family man. From my sister’s friend.
Happy Heavenly Birthday to the best dad I have ever known. From a high school friend
I often think of the great times we had together watching Poca football or WVU or Dallas after the game on Friday night and making candy. From a dear friend of my parents
Love love loved your daddy! From a high school friend
So many loved and respected my Dad.
And this is where I see Jesus today. In memories of my Dad. Jesus knew my Dad’s days were numbered, so we didn’t waste time on accumulating wealth or stuff; we didn’t waste time on what others thought or on trying to move up the social ladder. My dad focused on his family. And because he considered Husband, Dad, and Poppy to be his greatest achievements in life, we are left with an abundance of sweet (and many hilarious) memories.
Remembering who he was and how he loved sustains us until one day we see him again.
Happy Birthday, Dad. We talk of you often and remember you always. We wish we could celebrate alongside you today, but instead we will celebrate in our hearts, remembering the dad who followed us to every event, who was the Mountaineer Parent of the Year, who twirled a baton and fixed fried bologna. Who took us camping and made us clean our rooms. Who taught us to drive and how to love. Who took in every person that ever needed a place to lay his/her head -even if we didn’t have room. We didn’t know it, but we were watching and gathering every moment into our hearts. We’ll hold them tightly until forever comes.