Sunday, June 15, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
What I Wish I Was Doing
I wish I could have spent time on Thursday in the greeting card aisle at Walgreen's picking out just the right birthday card for my dad. I would have written a nice note and mailed it on Friday along with a gift.
I wish I was making a phone call today to wish my dad a happy birthday and see if he got my package. Even better, I wish I was driving to his house to hug his neck and wish him a happy birthday in person. Above all, I wish I had just one more chance to kiss his cheek, tell him I love him and explain again how grateful I am to be his son.
As you probably know, my dad has been in Heaven since 1995. He was born on this date 78 years ago. Instead of calling him, I'll call my sister and my mom to tell them I love them and that I'm thinking about them today.
I believe I developed my love of country music from my dad. I have fond memories of riding around in his truck with him when I was a boy listening to 8-track tapes of Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Don Williams and Tom T. Hall.
My dad taught me my very first guitar chord when I was 12. It was a "G". A small gesture that would literally change the course of my life.
To celebrate his birthday, I'm going to participate in "open mic night" tonight at the world-famous Bluebird cafe, where I'll sing an original country song. He would absolutely love the fact that I now live in Nashville.
Yes, I still miss him. But the Bible says that 'we don't grieve as those who have no hope' (1 Thessalonians 4:13). Because of dad's faith in Jesus, I know that one day I will see my dad again. I will hug his neck again. I will give him another kiss on the cheek and tell him I love him. And I'll have the chance to say one more thing...
"It sure is good to see you again"!
Happy Birthday, Dad. Love you. Miss you. I'll be thinking about you tonight when I play a "G".
This is one of my favorite pictures of my dad
I wish I was making a phone call today to wish my dad a happy birthday and see if he got my package. Even better, I wish I was driving to his house to hug his neck and wish him a happy birthday in person. Above all, I wish I had just one more chance to kiss his cheek, tell him I love him and explain again how grateful I am to be his son.
As you probably know, my dad has been in Heaven since 1995. He was born on this date 78 years ago. Instead of calling him, I'll call my sister and my mom to tell them I love them and that I'm thinking about them today.
I believe I developed my love of country music from my dad. I have fond memories of riding around in his truck with him when I was a boy listening to 8-track tapes of Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Don Williams and Tom T. Hall.
My dad taught me my very first guitar chord when I was 12. It was a "G". A small gesture that would literally change the course of my life.
To celebrate his birthday, I'm going to participate in "open mic night" tonight at the world-famous Bluebird cafe, where I'll sing an original country song. He would absolutely love the fact that I now live in Nashville.
Yes, I still miss him. But the Bible says that 'we don't grieve as those who have no hope' (1 Thessalonians 4:13). Because of dad's faith in Jesus, I know that one day I will see my dad again. I will hug his neck again. I will give him another kiss on the cheek and tell him I love him. And I'll have the chance to say one more thing...
"It sure is good to see you again"!
Happy Birthday, Dad. Love you. Miss you. I'll be thinking about you tonight when I play a "G".
This is one of my favorite pictures of my dad
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