When my dad died, we had to go through some of his stuff to find paper work. This was a hard job, and I’m so thankful for my brothers who really stepped it up in this area. My dad has always had this military-type, fire-proof lock box that he kept valuables in (I always assumed it was from his service in the Marine Corps, I may have made that up.). We always knew it was in the same drawer he kept the jar full of $2 bills that we all used to buy lunch in High School! I had never been in it, but I knew it had stuff in there that he was keeping safe. When we opened it up, there was car titles, his metals from Vietnam, discharge papers, social security cards, old driver’s licenses, his will, important stuff.
And then there was this:
I don’t remember making this, I assume it was in college. (why else would I have made him wait to open it unless I wasn’t there on the day?)
But he remembered me making it.
He could have told you what year I made it.
And he thought it was special enough to save.
It was the only “non-business” thing in the box. It was that special to him.
I wish I had made more of these for him. I had no idea.
He also still had on his keychain one of those pennies with the cross cut out of it that I had totally forgotten I had given him when I was in High School. (Maggie, I think we were obsessed with those together, do you remember them?!)
When I gave it to him, being the good banker that he was, he razzed me about it being illegal to deface currency. But he put it on his keychain and left it there all these years.
It was the only thing I wanted.
Who will not fear, O Lord,
and glorify your name?
For you alone are holy.
All nations will come
and worship you,
for your righteous acts have been revealed.