Sunday, August 26, 2012
A Tribute to Dad
Because of my dad...
Because of my dad, I can stand still in a quiet meadow or a forest of trees and be utterly content in the beauty that surrounds me.
Because of my dad, I will forever laugh when boating across rough waters as I remember his tale of Mayma asking him to “miss those bumps, sonny.”
Because of my dad, I will always gauge the growth of corn and beans and hay as I pass by fields of them, whether I know who farms those fields or not.
Because of my dad, I will always harbor a fondness for safe cars—and regular oil changes. (Although mine needs it right now.)
Because of my dad, I will always offer guests in my house food and drink, and likely I’ll offer them more than once regardless of how they responded the first time I asked.
Because of my dad, I have a desire to own and ride another horse.
Because of my dad, I know how to drive a stick shift.
Because of my dad, I know the satisfaction that comes from a hard day’s work, and I’m grateful for that lesson.
Because of my dad, I hope to never know a stranger.
Because of my dad, I know the value of good, patient conversations; steady laughter; and a wink of the eye.
Because of my dad, I can appreciate ways of life (Swamp People, anyone?) that I will never live myself.
Because of my dad’s love for my mom and hers for him, I know what a solid, loving, lifetime marriage is.
Because of my dad’s love, I know what it means to be accepted and treasured for the individual I am.
Because of my dad, I know strength. I know love. I know laughter. I know friendship. I know generosity.
Because of my dad, I know what it means to live a life worth living.
Robert R. Flora was a soul on this Earth for almost eighty years.
To those of us who were blessed to walk alongside him, he will be a husband, a father, a grandfather, an uncle, and a friend for eternity.
Until we meet again…
I love you, Papa.