Friday, January 09, 2009
I’ll always remember this day.
January 9th took on a new meaning for me 15 years ago. The man who impacted my life more than any other died getting ready for bed on that Sunday night in 1994.
It was my lot to find him the next morning.
I get a lump in my throat when I think about it but at this point in my life the lump is not a lump of sadness. It’s a lump of thankfulness.
Thankful I had him for over 39 years.
Thankful he invested his life in me.
Thankful he taught me about the important things of life.
Thankful he taught me to see the lighter side of life.
Thankful he married my Mama.
And thankful he made a move on her one cold January night in 1954.
If he hadn’t – I wouldn’t have been born nine months later.
And you wouldn’t be reading this blog.