Sunday, April 27, 2008

happy birthday to Poppa...

today my dad would be 61. I haven't allowed myself to be sad today, because he wouldn't want me to. I still want to make him happy and proud, and my happiness would make him happy. After lunch today, Jonathan, the kids and I met Mom at the cemetery. We sang "happy birthday to Poppa" and then released six white balloons, one for each grandchild. We also left one pink flower from Ella, his one little girl baby. How I wish I could see them together. We watched the balloons until we couldn't see them anymore and we told the boys we were sending them to Poppa and that he'd catch them when they got to heaven. They loved it, and Elijah talked about how we always send balloons to heaven for Poppa's birthday. It is so interesting to take then there, because they love to go and run up and down the hill and check out all the flowers, pinwheels, and other things people put on the nearby graves. They have a blast, and it is a sweet reminder to me that life goes on. You do your best, putting one foot in front of the other. Some days finding joy is easier than on other days. But you remember and continue. You celebrate memories on big days, like birthdays, and on any old day. And you have expectant hope in the promise of heaven.

I recently recalled the day my dad was away on business in another town, and he called me from the Old Navy there to see what I wanted. I was pregnant with Miles, and our Old Navy didn't carry maternity clothes. For about 15 minutes, he shopped for me while we were on the phone. He described things to me, and told me the colors they had, looked through sizes and told me what he liked. He bought several things for me that day, his favorite being a tee shirt that said "Oh, Boy!" on it. My friends were so surprised and said their dads would probably not do the same for them. I don't think I'll ever get rid of that shirt...

He loved Johnny Cash and this song, which you can read about here. I thought this would be a good one to include for his birthday. Happy birthday, Dad. If you were here, I'd give you a big old Sears gift card so you could buy more tools. I love those stinky old tools, now, by the way...


3 comments:

katie said...

Happy Birthday, Mr. Cash! Kristin, I hope it was a day full of special memories for you and your family. I love that Old Navy story...what a sweet dad! I love you!

tamara said...

What a great father you were blessed with, though your time was cut short. And you will always have those precious memories.

carrie said...

What a great way to help your boys remember your dad. I know your time was short, but you were blessed greatly in that time! He must have really loved you to shop for you!