2011

I can't believe it. I guess I am hearing that from everyone. Time keeps going faster and faster. It is already January and it is a new year. DANG....I still haven't accomplished my 2010 goals so I have decided not to make any new ones for this year. I thought about it alot but can't seem to get motivated. My thoughts keep turning to my father. Every time I see a picture of him I get an ache.

I got some seed catologs in the mail the other day...made me cry. I was thinking about some protein powder I have in the closet. For one second I was going to call dad and ask him a question about it. Our rototiller has an oil leak. He isn't there to call to help us fix it. Even though I have the knowledge that I will see him again it still hurts. It is still a bit raw for me.

I am still grateful. I am so grateful that I had him for so long. I feel so sad that Don only got to spend 12 years with his dad.....and he remembers pretty much NOTHING about him. I feel so much gratitude that the Lord allowed him to be on the earth for 68 amazing years. Man that is young but the life he lived was full.....very full.

One story I want to share about my father is my favorite. I have alot of stories and memories but I think I like this one the best and I want to have it written down for many many generations to see.

My father is a mechanic. A good one.....really he is. Some may look at mechanics as uneducated or not too bright. My dad was bright and smart. He received a Masters Degree. But later in life opened up his shop and succeeded at being a wonderful and honest mechanic. He had people come from far areas to have their machines worked on. One guy drove about 3 hrs. (one way) because he didn't trust any of the mechanics in his area. And I know there were plenty to choose from because that was Seattle.

OK now on to the story.

There was a poor customer that came in to get his mower fixed. Dad knew that he didn't have much money. It didn't matter what was wrong with his machine..............dad only charged him $5. After awhile his mower died. It took some time but dad looked and looked for an engine that looked similar to his and replaced it. Dad charged him $5. Not once did this customer know what my dad was doing. Dad didn't want him to know. Dad was charitable. He treated other people with kindness. I remember dad always going for the underdog.

I love that story and I am grateful my dad had it written down in his journal.

I love you dad. I really really miss you. Thank you for everything you taught me. It will never be forgotten. You really were a great man.......a great dad......a great example. Thanks.