My German reading and writing dad Richard passed away in 1991, and today was his birthday.
I imagine in Heaven they don’t measure time, and he is probably oblivious to the goings-on down here.
Heaven is where his physical body, that was so hard-working and strong, was able to take a rest, and now he has a spiritual body.
The man was very wise, and his favorite books of the Bible were Psalms and Proverbs.
As I’ve mentioned before, Dad was a great story teller. He had a vivid imagination to boot.
He loved the out of doors, nature and animals.
As a child, he told me time and time again to “write it down.” Even though he meant write down the time and date someone left a phone message, that instruction has served me well. Especially now that I’m a writer and it is helpful to write down ideas before I forget them.
His very-strong work ethic, love of God and wisdom are what I try to emulate.
His youngest daughter, she with the same bone structure, eyes, nose, humor and imagination as he, waits for the day she can see him again.