Thanks for the memories!

And we all think of Bob Hope swinging a golf club.......  Or...we start thinking about our own special memories.  Sometimes the memories are of special times with family.  Sometimes they are of special time with our "person" we are now the Caregiver for.  Sometimes we can share them with the people around us.  Sometimes people just wonder what the "funny look," or the smile, is about.

Recently I have been sharing some of the memories of either trips with Dad or how I watched as Dad did "his" ministry.  One special memory was of a toddler getting away from parents, crawling up the aisle at church and pulling on Dad's vestments.  Dad didn't miss a beat.  He kept right on with his sermon as he reached down and picked up the toddler.   My thought, then and now, is how wonderful for kids to know they are loved and wanted.

Of course there are also the other memories.  Like of all the times I was ready to give Dad away.  On several occasions I was ready to do "The Ransom of Red Chief" so someone else would take him!  Like when he would start counting with "crazy" numbers while I was working on a knitting pattern and counting.  Or when he would make some comment right in the middle of my sermon.  He loved to try to "get me" in the middle of the sermon!  The fun part is I could get him back!!

I was blessed to be Dad's primary care giver for 12 years.  We did ministry together for the 12 years.  There were trips - by car, plane and cruise ship.  There were Emmaus Walks to serve on Team together.  There was a LOT of teasing - and getting to each other.  Like I say....   Sometimes you have to laugh or you will start screaming!