Remembering Dad Paula L. Strand
I think of dad whenever I hear the song American Pie. They don’t play it much now, but when I was growing up it was on the radio at least 100 times a day. And, I liked it. It was on once when we went fishing. Except I don’t remember the fishing. Only the station wagon and that song.
“When your dad dies, it’s a sad day. Especially when you only really got to know him late in life. The Bible instructs us to honor your mother and father. But, it doesn’t say how, and it never said whether they deserve it or not.
I honored him by giving him my time. I don’t regret our weekly visits. I learned everything about him from his childhood, to his restlessness that made him always seek what was behind the curtain, and, at the end, to whether he feared his impending death. I don’t regret even one second of my time.”
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