On a deeper note though. Today as I was shopping, I noticed several daughters with their older parents or just their dad shopping. Some in an electric wheel chair like my dad used to have to drive thru walmart and it reminded me of how I used to take him shopping a couple times a month and how we would laugh and fight and complain and talk as we shopped for his groceries. He loved to go grocery shopping and get his pantry full. It made him feel like he had arrived and that somehow, if you had food in the house, you would survive the throws of life. A skinny man his whole life but that man could devour a pound of sausage in an instant. Probably contributed to his death to be real frank. I watched it and I remember how sometimes it was a burden to go pick him up, make his list , take him shopping, load and unload and put away his groceries. It was very tiresome. But I believe I recognized it then and I know I recognize it now how special that season of my life was. To be able to serve my dad in the simple ways like taking him grocery shopping and have fun conversations with him. Some of the hardest times I have laughed is with my dad and Ryan at the grocery store. So as I watched the few daughter/dad shoppers today, it made me long for my daddy and miss our relationship but it also made me thankful that I had that time with him. Its simple really but very precious. I also know that God's plans for my life are perfect. Though they don't feel that way sometimes. Taking my mom when I was only 20. Then taking my dad when I was 32. But had my dad not been disabled, and had my mom not passed away first, I may have never gotten to know and love and befriend and serve my daddy in the way I was blessed to have done so. I am in no way saying I am thankful that my mom died early or that my dad was disabled and needed a lot of assistance. But I am thankful that in those things, God worked in my relationships, in my heart and in my life and a lot of it was done while shopping at walmart with my daddy.
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Walmart and my Daddy
On a deeper note though. Today as I was shopping, I noticed several daughters with their older parents or just their dad shopping. Some in an electric wheel chair like my dad used to have to drive thru walmart and it reminded me of how I used to take him shopping a couple times a month and how we would laugh and fight and complain and talk as we shopped for his groceries. He loved to go grocery shopping and get his pantry full. It made him feel like he had arrived and that somehow, if you had food in the house, you would survive the throws of life. A skinny man his whole life but that man could devour a pound of sausage in an instant. Probably contributed to his death to be real frank. I watched it and I remember how sometimes it was a burden to go pick him up, make his list , take him shopping, load and unload and put away his groceries. It was very tiresome. But I believe I recognized it then and I know I recognize it now how special that season of my life was. To be able to serve my dad in the simple ways like taking him grocery shopping and have fun conversations with him. Some of the hardest times I have laughed is with my dad and Ryan at the grocery store. So as I watched the few daughter/dad shoppers today, it made me long for my daddy and miss our relationship but it also made me thankful that I had that time with him. Its simple really but very precious. I also know that God's plans for my life are perfect. Though they don't feel that way sometimes. Taking my mom when I was only 20. Then taking my dad when I was 32. But had my dad not been disabled, and had my mom not passed away first, I may have never gotten to know and love and befriend and serve my daddy in the way I was blessed to have done so. I am in no way saying I am thankful that my mom died early or that my dad was disabled and needed a lot of assistance. But I am thankful that in those things, God worked in my relationships, in my heart and in my life and a lot of it was done while shopping at walmart with my daddy.
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