Yesterday, Joan Rivers died and this was big news for various circles. Honestly, I didn’t really know much about Joan Rivers until her death. Thankfully, my husband knows a little something about everything, so he quickly brought me up to speed. Having looked through some of her style of comedy, it’s not what appeals to me, except on one very important level. She maintained an element of truth in her comedy, despite being coarse, biting and even degrading. While I don’t appreciate humor that degrades others, I do appreciate truth and in that way, I choose to give honor to Joan for this part of how she presented her comedy.
It’s always easy to find bad things about people, but with her passing, let’s find the things that were valuable to honor their memory moreso than maximizing their failures, shortcomings and flaws 🙂
Have an awesome weekend!
Over the last month or so, I’ve thought of my dad on several occassions. Maybe it’s because I’ve been traveling alot & I started a lifetime of travel when I was 5 with my mom & dad. For whatever reason I’ve been thinking of my dad, here are a few quickie lessons I learned from him:
- don’t ask questions to which you don’t really want to know the answers
- always celebrate birthdays no matter how old you are because the alternative solution isn’t as appealing
- don’t put mugs or glasses on antique wood furniture without a coaster – it can leave a permanent ring
- smile and be warm with people just because
- the jamocha shake a Arby’s is a nice complement to their roast beef sandwich and potatoe cakes with LOTS of Arby’s sauce ,)
- even though nursing homes can smell bad, the people inside can be really cool & loving
- when you make a hospital visit, pray for the person you’re visiting, even if there’s another person in the room (don’t be embarassed)
- be patient when your dad is talking, even if he talks alot 🙂
- I still don’t like garage nor estate sales
Happy Dad thoughts today 🙂
Today is my dad’s birthday and he would have been 88 today. As I think about him today, here are some things about my dad that are great:
- he was always positive, even when everything was grim, negative, discouraging & even seemingly hopeless
- he was very unique and didn’t see much value in trying to be anyone different than himself
- he loved people – sometimes I think he used the garage sale excuse just to get to chat with lots of different people ,)
- he was always 100% behind my mom & her ministry – he never seemed threatened nor jealous by my mom’s success
- he liked to refinish antique furniture, go crawdad hunting, play rook, collect and be as close as possible to the Holy Spirit 🙂
Happy birthday Dad!
I had a friend remind me recently about a fond memory I have of my dad that might be fun for you to read about. When I was in elementary school, my dad bought a REALLY bright yellow jumpsuit & totally enjoyed it. He liked it so much that he took it on a family vacation trip to Italy. It was pretty humorous to watch this tall American man with total white hair in a BRIGHT yellow jumpsuit with white tube socks & black shoes. As he walked down the street probably the best entertainment value was to watch the Italians look at him with envy over his yellow jumpsuit ,)
Dad liked this jumpsuit so much that he pretty much wore it wherever he went or doing whatever – hospital visits, furniture refinishing, craw dad hunting, office attire & more. Thankfully, I don’t remember that he preached in the top banana ,)
When a person whom we love dies, its kind of a surreal journey & that has certainly been true for me with my dad’s death almost 2 months ago. I’m writing, on occasion, about my thoughts and feelings about his death not to be morbid or to seek for sympathy or attention. Instead, my intent is to help others who may be going through some grief or loss. With that being said, the first few weeks after my dad died were a bit of a whirlwind – lots of activities, people expressing concern, kindness and an overall sense of busy-ness. The last month, however, has seemed to settle down in relation to activities related to my dad’s passing. For me, this has been a more difficult time than when he first died. I find myself frequently remembering cool things about my dad:
- when I was 5 years old, he would let me ride on his shoulders when we would go to Israel so that I could see and hear what the tour guides were talking about – helping me experience the Bible in a first hand way
- he would make his coffee uber strong & playfully threaten to splatter weak coffee all over the wall – a sentiment with which I find myself in more & more agreement ,)
- stopping for ice cream at Baskin Robbins 31 flavors on the way home from church on Sunday nights & he always ordered (and shared with me) jamocha almond fudge 🙂
- when I was in junior high, he would come to my basketball games, even though he had absolutely no athletic inclination. Now more than ever, I totally appreciate what this means – watching jr high girls’ basketball can be a genuine labor of love ,)
So if you’re on a journey that includes grief or loss, I pray that you would continue to celebrate the good memories and characteristics of whoever has passed on and I pray that we can both turn to Jesus to carry our griefs and sorrows. After all that’s said and done, Jesus loves us and is walking along this journey with us.