A year ago....

A year ago my dad cut his finger. I thought of him all day today. Dad was a very organized man but I never appreciated that fact. But he had to be organized to lay tile as well as he did. So one day when I was out visiting he woke up and told me the plan. 8:30 mass, followed by a trip down to Kaisar to get his blood work done. We had to walk to Kaisar of course. Before the blood work he turned in his perscriptions at the pharmacy and delighted in telling me how they would be ready after his appointment and that would save him waiting in line. So that all played out exactly as he had planned. Then we proceeded walking further down Geary Street to the glass place where he got a piece of glass made for Clement St. He joked around with the glass man who knew him well. And then we walked home. Mission accomplished all in dad's timetable. Today as I did my mundane errands I thought of that day and how fun it was watching him delight in checking off his list of things to do. And I prayed, "Jesus, Jesus" just as he taught us to do. Thank you Lord for your presence with me as I go about my daily work and thanks for such a great dad and mom who taught me to work hard and take delight in the small things of my day.
Mike adds, "Dad didn't waste much time in his life. When we were doing a job together and we were near the finish of the job he'd tell me to take something down with me if I was going downstairs - not to waste a trip. He said he learned that from Carrington Cook, the guy he worked with for so many years."