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Wednesday, May 24, 2017

MY DAD IN WW2… THANK YOU FOR SERVING!


THANK YOU FOR SERVING OUR COUNTRY POPPA, IN WW2! A STORY ABOUT HIM FOLLOWS!

[A TRUE STORY ABOUT MY DAD]
I took several writing classes, because of writing a children's fantasy history book, The Imaginary Journeys of BJ and Dobbin.
The instructor of one of the classes asked us to get a copy of the local paper, and select an article to write about, using the Bubble Method. [won't go into detail what this is]
*An article in the Kansas City Star appeared by Mitch Albom, the author of Tuesdays with Morrie and the Five People You Meet in Heaven. In the article was an excerpt from his latest book, For One More Day. He asks, "If you had one more day to spend with someone who is gone, who would it be and what would you do?"
*This is what I wrote for my class assignment... story with dialogue, is below:
The construction crew seemed to have many excuses for not having the new house finished: weather, supplies, carpenters, etc. The house was an unsafe place to be. A wooden plank led from the yard into the house. Rain had left many areas in the yard unsafe for walking. Would they ever finish?
One day on the way to see how the construction was coming along, I dropped in to visit my dad at the rest home, where he had been for almost a year. "How is the house coming along?" he asked.
"They will be finished soon," I said.
"I want to see it!"
"It's not safe to go yet. It won't be long."
"You've been saying that for months, now. Why can't I see it?"
"Papa, the moving company should have everything moved by the first part of June. That will be a good time to see it… only a few months away."
June never came for Papa. He died unexpectedly the end of February.
If I had one more day to spend with my dad, we would pick up his favorite meal of catfish and have a picnic in my backyard… just the two of us.
A statue of St. Francis stands in my flower garden... a gift from my dad a year before, when he went into the rest home. In my garden, I feel dad's presence and cherish memories of him. I had lost my best friend.
Several of the class members said that story had touched their hearts. They shared with me what they would do. One would play golf with her father...finding a beautiful course and play until dark. For another... tissue warning needed on that story. And another said her old beagle died that week and if only he could have gone hunting one more time. My instructor said I had written a warm and touching story. She said it was a good reminder to cherish each day with the people we love.
* ! CORINTHIANS 13: 4-7...a scripture about love.
*Who would you spend one more day with and what would you do?
* World War 2 photo when coming home!

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