So, this week I am spending some time with my family….my children and my parents. It is our annual pilgrimage to church camp in the mountains of
Well, this week has been a little different….my dad got a call this afternoon that his dear friend Angelo had passed away. This is one of my dad’s dearest friends. He and Angelo have been friends for 70 years….since they were 6 years old. They spent many days in their youth playing together. As they grew older and married, they ended up moving to the same town. They were hunting buddies….taking a yearly trip somewhere exotic to slay the big game. As they grew older, they were gun buddies…always looking for a good deal on a gun to purchase or sell. They also loved to watch baseball games together…specifically, the Tribe.
Well, it's been an interesting day as I have watched my dad mourn his friend. I know how I would mourn a dear friend, but I am a woman. How does my dad, a tough guy, a hunting guy, mourn his lifelong friend? Well, he sat silently for a while…then he got in his golf cart and he drove off slowly….a few minutes later he drove by with a cart full of children. He had gone out to the home of a couple who has two mentally handicapped children and asked if he could take these children on a golf cart ride. He spent the afternoon giving each one a ride all over the campground. Their faces were glowing with excitement.
I sat and watched and wondered what that did for my dad’s hurting soul….
I love your dad. He turns his heartaches into positive energy...some positive accomplishment. He doesn't put feelings into words often, but he puts his feelings into positive action. I see this in "how" he shows you he loves you. He shows love alot...he doesn't always speak it. I am glad you recognize and see the love. I am glad you hear him in his acts of love.
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