My dad will turn 89 in a couple of months. The changes in him have been very noticeable since his heart surgery the day before he turned 85.
All of my life, my dad has said the same blessing at the dinner table. It has always been meaningless to me; so much so, that if I were asked to repeat it, even after hearing it hundreds of times now, I wouldn't be able to do it. My inability to make meaning of this blessing says more about me than it does about the blessing or my father. I'm sure there is some beauty and meaning in the words that would do me good.
Last night, we had dinner with my parents. When it came time for it, my dad could no longer remember the blessing that has worn a groove in his mind. He had to wing it.
It was beautiful.
Hurray for your Dad! Winging it prayers are always more beautiful and sincere than the canned types.
ReplyDeleteYou know, of course, that your father has been in my prayers for a while. I look forward to his birthday celebration.
You are right, Nick.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your prayers for my dad. He's just a little bit older than your mom, no?
Oh, such a bittersweet moment. Your dad was cracked open a bit by the memory lapse. And a small miracle happened.
ReplyDeleteI still wonder if he had forgotten it, or if he has finally decided to do something different. I believe it isn't the first time. I find it kinda nice.
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