Meeting Dad at the river
A couple of months before my dad died, my brother and I happened to be visiting Dad at the same time. He sat us down, and told us together...promise me you’ll meet me at the river. And we made that promise. I haven’t really thought about that too much, until the last few months. Now as it dawns on me that Dad and I will have a few days of fishing and talking by the river lined up not too long from now, I can actually enjoy the fact that dying is not or should not be filled with heartache and pain. It should be a celebration of the life that has gone on to a better place. Besides, only a few of the chosen generation will make it out of here alive. Honestly, I look at the end of the road as being some special treatment. Not that I am special, not at all, but simply by the beliefs that I hold. I have been awarded an early retirement by Divine Intervention. I don’t have to worry about a retirement home or place to retire to and become miserable. No, there is a mansion already prepared for me, and I am being prepared for the mansion. Yep, I believe that God will grant my Dad and me a few days of fishing and fellowship before the main plan gets going. And for that that, I am thankful. One thing for sure...I’m sure the fish caught at the river will be amazing, but anxiously await to see the size of the bait. God bless everyone. Hope to see you at the river someday. Look me up. I’ll be the one with that new bright smile.
Posted by sanstaff
on Jul 2nd, 2010 and filed under Local.
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