Yesterday, August 18th, was my Dad's 96th birthday. He died 12 years ago. My older brothers, Reed, David and myself along with our spouses, met and celebrated his birthday. After dinner, we talked about my Dad. The question was asked, "In two or three sentences, describe your father." We had a good time talking about him and the things that we remembered. Then the question was asked, "What will our children say about us when we are dead?"
So, what will they say after I am dead? I will never know but it is causing me to reflect upon my life and my influence in their life.
By the way, my Dad was a man of integrity.
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I'd love to hear what everyone said about Grandpa. I feel like I don't know much about him, even though I have a lot of memories of him. He was a wonderful Grandpa!
I've thought about that question sometimes too. Especially after I read this post by a friend. I couldn't figure out how to link to it, so guess what, I'm copying the whole thing here!
It was titled:
I don't want them to lie.
By Kathrine
And they will. They’ll lie through their teeth. It’s considered wrong to speak ill of the dead and a person’s death brings all kinds of healing and magical forgetfulness dust.
When Aunt J was dying, she looked over the wonderful things that were going to be said about her, picked out a specific item and said, “Don’t LIE.”
Driving home today from the funeral of a fabulous and not-possible-to-exaggerate woman, I could not stop crying. I was not sad about her death. Her husband passed away 28 years ago and she was more than ready to join him.
I was sad about my death. No, it’s not imminent. Not that I know of.
There’s just so much more I’d like to be and do before it happens. I want them to be able to tell the truth. So from the tears comes this partial list, a list of the truths I hope to cultivate:
She was kind.
She was the wife her husband wanted and the mother her children needed.
She not only loved people, but she showed that love in a way they could understand.
Her hands were worn in service.
She had her priorities straight.
She knew her limits but stretched them slightly every day.
She didn’t let her desire for appearances outweigh her children’s need for adventure.
She did not waste a breath speaking ill of other people.
She didn’t take the last cookie.
She greeted rather than waiting to be introduced.
She asked people to sit down.
She actively listened.
She remembered.
She helped people discover their beauty.
She left places more beautiful than she found them and people happier than she met them.
She was humble and confident.
She generated, rather than consumed, peace.
Okay, it's me again. I just wanted to say that it's awfully hard to sum up someone in just a couple sentences, but if I had to try, I could find a couple off that list that fit you quite nicely, my daddy-o! Love you! XOXXOXO
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