Stop in for a cup of coffee
Good Morning all. And David when you read back please know my thoughts and prayers are with you. It even brought good memories of my Dad who left this earth in 2003. Peace to you in this time of loss.
Thanks for that kind sentiment! It does feel unsettling this morning to know I can't talk to him. Dad showed great restraint I think, towards his first child, I was not interested in the same things he was when he was a kid, when I asked him if he was disappointed he said, not because I was different but that he wanted me to have the same fun he had. He never tried to make me into someone I wasn't...he was there at every piano recital when he had projects he could have been working on.
This morning I remembered something random. When I was little, in Florida, a "hippie couple" moved into the rental house across the street. The neighbors had little to do with them (they weren't married(!) but my Mom and especially Dad befriended them. The house was unfinished inside and I think they had an arrangement with the landlord to work on it...the husband Frank was a painter/carpenter of sorts and had a beat up orange Pontiac station wagon in the driveway. My Dad spent a lot of time helping Frank get the rooms habitable.
Several years later, my Dad moved to North Georgia, they followed him...Frank became Dad's right-hand man in his contracting business. My younger siblings didn't know they had been the "hippie couple" in Florida, they just knew them as family friends Frank and Sherry.
Now that I think of it..there was even another couple who followed Dad from Florida to Georgia, the Trowells. Dad met them when he took up banjo playing at bluegrass festivals. They were both very heavy...the husband Bobby ended up going into the ministry and has a place now called Timothy House where drug addicts can get back into a sober life. So you see because of the way my Dad was, it made a difference in other people's lives.