Dad

I was working in the garage and I opened a little box of sockets that had been my fathers.  Tucked away in a corner of the box was a small plastic bag.  It was discolored from years of laying around oily tools, so I could not see the contents.  It felt like washers, or parts, or coins.  Definitely metallic.

I tried to open the self seal but the bag was so old that the top ripped off.  I had to cut it open with scissors.  I poured out the contents and to my surprise the bag held quarters.  $2 worth.  They fell into my hand and I had the most interesting and wonderful sensation - the last person to touch these would have been my father.

My did he save them?  Why $2?  Why were they in his sockets?  I will never know.  But for a moment, I touched my father again.  My dad was always thinking, always planning, always ready for what ever life would bring.

I still love him and miss him.  Hug those you love while you can.  Nothing lasts forever but the memories.

It's a beautiful day in God's world, be sure to see the good.