My dad has always been a man of few words. But conversations have become even harder for him these days. His hearing has worn out right along with his body. Of course, he used both his hearing and his body pretty hard the past eighty-six years.
He still loves to connect with people, though. So, instead of trying to carry on a conversation, sometimes he just tells us stories. Stories about growing up on the farm, about going away to the army, about carrying the mail or working at the factory or raising four children with Mama.
I know we should be recording these tales. But I never want to interrupt the moment long enough to grab a phone or even punch a button. These stories are not something to file away for future publication. They are conversations.
And we will never forget the good parts.
🙂 so wonderful to have good memories…maybe you’ll compile and write later, or maybe they’ll just be treasured in the hearts and minds of his family. Either way, you’ve have good memories….what a blessing that is. Hugs to you and your family. Robyn
Thanks, Robyn. We feel the hugs.
I sometimes think Grandpa is impossible to capture on paper or film anyway. He’s too him.
What a great way to put it.
Another thing I love about his stories is the fact that your mother giggles lovingly at him in all the right pauses, even though I know she has heard them many times before.
Oh, Judy! I love that, too.
Want to keep in contact. I love your Dad and Mama. I have known them most of my life. He is my daddy’s first cousin, Floy Gross, deceased. I have been praying for all of you.
So good to hear from you, Carol. I have wonderful memories of your parents. I always thought your mother was the most elegant lady I knew. And I actually have similar memories of your dad’s mother who I knew as Aunt Lora.
Your dad has a way of conveying the warmth of his heart without words. The first time I met him, I felt his warmth…and every time after! He’s a treasure. And I’m guessing his stories are a great confirmation of his warmth and the treasure he is!
That is so true, Cheri! Yesterday when we visited, he took us on a tour of Washington D.C. when he was a young private in the army 🙂 The story came up because Serenity is visiting there now, and she is on his heart.