Or we think of something we know he'd love to hear.....
Or we have an adventure or mishap he'd love to laugh about....
Or longing for one last conversation takes our breath away.
Mom G gave Michael a sack full of Dad G's ties while we were in OR forBreZaak's wedding. Dad G was of the WW2 generation. These men dressed well when they went to church, or took their wives out for dinner, or attended a business meeting, or flew on a plane...you get the idea. Michael asked if he could have some of Dad G's ties.
I was unpacking and opened the bag...it took my breath away. A whiff....I buried my face in the ties and breathed deeply...the smell of Dad G and Crescent City overwhelmed my senses. I remembered. I thanked God for legacy that can't be purchased or lost.
Then....
I closed the bag up tight, sealed it and put it on Michael's side of the bed. I wanted him to have "the moment." I walked in later and he had done the same thing...gotten one whiff and then inhaled deeply of the last scent of Dad.
It was a precious gift. I want to live so I leave this sort of legacy for my children.
Choosing Joy!
©2014 D.R.G.
~Coram Deo~
Living all of life before the face of God...
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