O Daddy, Where Art Thou?

If only I had listened closer, watched more and asked more questions. My daddy has been gone eight years now and there are so many things I can think of that I’d love to know about but just never did ask or didn’t pay attention when I should. Like gardening. After he retired, one of his joys was raising his gardens. He always had two, sometimes three, plots. And I don’t mean small patio gardens either. We would help if he asked but he usually liked to do everything himself. He kept the middles plowed clean. No weeds allowed in his garden. When his grandkids were small he’d tell them to “step where I step” so they wouldn’t step on his seeds or tender young plants just sprouting up. And the kids would fall right behind him, walking in his footsteps. His pride and joy was his tomatoes. He planted no less than one hundred plants each spring. Mother and us would gather and can all we wanted and then Daddy would give away the rest. He loved to take the neighbors a bucket of tomatoes or squash or whatever. Now I can’t even remember what kind of tomatoes he planted. And I should know that. We don’t plant a garden today because we always depended on Daddy and never learned what we needed to know.

If you still have your parents or even grandparents, take the time to talk to them and get all the information you can. Don’t wait. Do it today because tomorrow might be too late.

What do you know that we do not know? What insights do you have that we do not have? The gray-haired and the aged are on our side, men even older than your father. Job 15:9-10