My dad died ten years ago today. It seems like he has been gone forever and while the pain of his death is no longer with me, I still miss him today as much as I did on that Monday ten years ago when I learned that he had died. I miss hearing his voice. I miss his sense of humor. I miss his wisdom. I miss his presence in our family. I miss playing catch with him. I miss him.
I am thankful God blessed me with a wonderful father for 50 years of my life. My dad remains my personal hero in so many ways, not least in the quality of his fatherhood and all that that entails. He handled the daunting tasks of shepherding his family, running a business, and being a community leader. He led his life with integrity and optimism, always the telltale marks of a faithful Christian. In his last years, he faced his physical infirmity with courage and dignity that was both inspiring and heartbreaking to watch. Remarkable. Simply remarkable.
Thank you for being my dad. Life’s not the same without you, papa. Never will be again. I’ll try to be the kind of father to my kids that you were to me but I doubt I can do that because you set the bar pretty high. Even so, it is worth my best effort. I’m glad you are enjoying your rest in the Lord and look forward to seeing you again someday, never again having to endure the emptiness of being apart from you. That’s a good thing because even this temporary separation seems like an eternity. Can’t imagine what the real thing must be like.
In the meantime, I’ll try to honor you and your legacy by how I comport myself. As mom used to remind me, I’ll do my best to remember who I am (and to Whom I belong).
I love you, papa.
Take some time and watch it all. It was a wonderful and powerful speech. Every Ohioan ought to be proud of this governor.
Today is Abraham Lincoln’s birthday. He would be 205 years old! The president is one of my heroes, primarily because of the role he played in saving this country. Mr. Lincoln had a wonderful spirit about him and his humility, compassion, and willingness to forgive his enemies arguably saved this country from a terrible aftermath following our Civil War. Reconstruction was hard enough as it was, but at least we did not have guerrilla warfare to contend with, something that would have probably done us in as a country forever.
We healed as well as any country could following a civil war. If you don’t believe me, check out other countries who have suffered through a civil war. Most of the time it didn’t turn out well. The reason our country’s reconstruction went relatively well is because of president Lincoln. He set the tone for U.S. Grant and the other Union commanders by insisting that they treat the vanquished with dignity and respect. Lincoln insisted that the rebels would not be treated harshly or punitively and as a result, everyone else followed suit, including the Confederate commanders.
Of course, this wasn’t all Lincoln’s doing, but as president he set the tone for others to follow. It would have been just as easy to hang all the rebel commanders and make life miserable for the vanquished. But Lincoln knew better. He knew how that would turn out. It would have been interesting to see how much more quickly we would have healed as a nation had Lincoln lived to serve a full second term. Instead, the zealots and self-righteous decided to “fix” Lincoln’s initial proposals for reconstruction and nearly managed to destroy all that president Lincoln had sought to establish in the process.
I am convinced God put Abraham Lincoln in our history for a reason. His presidency is more evidence that God has blessed this country. Whether that blessing continues today is debatable. But that’s a different story for a different day. Today, it is fitting that all Americans honor our 16th president and give thanks to God for placing the right man in the right situation at the right time. Happy birthday, Mr. President, and thank you for your service to our country.
Today would have been my dad’s 91st birthday, something I’m really struggling to wrap my mind around. He’s been dead for almost 10 years and I still miss him. Oh, don’t misunderstand. I know where he is and I am not unhappy for him because he is enjoying his well-deserved rest with the Lord and I’m sure eagerly awaiting his new resurrection body. So no regrets there.
No, I just miss him. I miss being around him and enjoying his company. I miss his gentle humor and his great wisdom. I miss his big heart and him being the patriarch of our family.
God blessed me richly in giving me a father who loved me and served as a great role model for me and the community in which he lived. For that I am thankful. I’ll look forward to being reunited with him (and the rest of my family) someday. And when God ushers in his new creation, it will be more glorious than I dare imagine. In the meantime, I will try to live faithfully and conduct myself in ways that would make dad proud.
Happy birthday, dad. I love you. Thank you for giving me the greatest gift a son could ever want—you.
Don’t forget the Holocaust happened and was terribly real. General Eisenhower made American troops tour the concentration camps so that they would not forget and to counter the future lie that the Holocaust is fiction. Smart man because unbelievably, that’s what many think now.
Beyond that, this is a heartwarming story so please do read it all.
Marsha Kreuzman weighed only 68 pounds and was near death when American soldiers freed her from the steps of one of Hitler’s concentration camps where Jews were cremated. She was 18 years old at the time and says she looked like a skeleton.
Now, almost 90 years old, Kreuzman is still haunted by the bitter realities of her painful past.
“They murdered [my father] in front of me” she said. Her mother and brother were also killed. There was a time, Kreuzman says, when she wanted to die too.
Happy New Year
from the Anglican Priest!
May God bless
you and yours in 2014.
It’s the afternoon of Christmas Eve and I am thinking of a time in the mid to late 70s when I would come home from college for Christmas. My dad owned a shoe store (Maney’s Van Wert Bootery) and I would work at the store during the Christmas holidays to help out with the extra traffic. On Christmas Eve afternoon, about 3, we would head over to Cy Voorst’s store for some Christmas cheer. Cy owned a sewing machine shop on the NW corner of Main and Washington streets and every year he made some of the most God-awful wine you ever wanted to taste (at least to my palate). But on Christmas Eve it did not matter. It was all good. The bad wine, the cheese, the fellowship, the Christmas spirit that emanated from my dad. Rest in peace Cy and papa. Christmas Eve, while still glorious and joyful, is not the same without you.