My years are now in my
60's and my Dad has departed this earth nearly
thirty-two years ago. I still think of him often, especially
since I am the
same age now that he was when he passed away.
I loved my Dad very dearly even though we didn't always see
eye to eye.
I was always glad to know that he chose to keep me after my
birth-Mom abandoned me.
My Dad went to serve in World War II while I was only 6 months
My Paternal Grandparents and various Aunts and Uncles helped
me until he returned.
I was given a new Step-Mom at nearly five years of age and I
recall of sitting
quietly as my Dad and his new lady exchanged bright shiny gold
rings and said
a bunch of words that I did not understand.
My new Step-Mom and Dad were dressed so nice and everyone was
smiling. I recall it being a festive occasion with a home made
several relatives standing and sitting in my Grandparent's
As I grew older, I often noticed the gold ring on Daddy's
he never removed for any reason and I think back to a black
wallet he always
carried with his important cards inside the picture area. That
so terribly worn thin from so many years of use but I recall
he always wanted
a little zippered change section on one side.
As my Dad reached his 60's he became somewhat frail. He took
the attic one day and gave me several things that had been in
many years. A beautiful violin in near perfect condition that
by my Paternal Grandfather and my Dad's Older Brother, Ed.
An antique typewriter by Royal that typed in black or red, two
pictures of his family and various medals that he had earned
in the war.
After being notified of my Dad's passing, I asked my Step-Mom
could have the things in the attic that were given to me and
them. I was told when she passed I could collect them. I sadly
Many years later my Step-Mom passed and I asked her executor
I might have the items I was promised. I was told everything
sold or given to various family members of my Step-Mom.
I was very angry and bitter for years and finally I realized
hurt me and did nothing to honor My Lord Jesus. I asked the
to look carefully through things to see if there were any
Only a few snapshots of my Dad and me as a little baby and child.
I gave my heart to Jesus many years ago but could never seem
overcome the many devastating hurts. One day I read a
from The Power Of Prayers Site and Jesus used it mightily to
me my attitude was not correct. At that moment I confessed
and repented my attitude.
Three days later a large box arrived at my home and as I
I found myself crying for there was my Dad's original worn out
complete with 2 pictures of his Grandchildren still inside
along with his
important cards, a green patina on the little zippered change
several pictures of my Grandparents, and my Dad's honorable
from the Army. I then saw the tiny white pouch what folded up
one inch leather-like envelope.
I cautiously opened it and found his gold wedding band tucked
I recalled immediately of their wedding as they exchanged the
little white pouches.
I wept as a baby and was overjoyed to receive such a
'Precious Gift Of Memories.'
I honestly believe my Jesus waited until I could let go of the
hurt and get
a Godly attitude about it all before he allowed me this
I now wear my Daddy's ring on a beautiful gold chain around my
memory of a man that loved me and provided for me for 18
Thank You Daddy and I Love You.