I was such a Daddy's girl. There he is, holding my baby brother and there I am sitting in the baby seat, holding my baby....
"Where you go, I will go..."
Dad would have turned 84 today.
I've been saving these photos for some reason. I was so happy to stumble across these again and knew today was the perfect day to share them.
We pondered what to do with Dad's memorial money. We had given it to his church, my childhood church, but we wanted something that truly memorialized him in a lasting way.
Last April 14th, through the combination of memorials given by several members, we were able to see what had been made, partially in honor of Dad.
This are the words in the church bulletin, highlighting my Dad:
Willard Held was a loved husband, father, and grandfather. He was a meticulous and gifted cabinet maker. He built the Grace Church Information Kiosk. (He also built the guestbook stand, and I think the baptismal font.) His kitchen cabinets also grace many Fargo-Moorhead homes. Today, cabinets, made in his memory, hold two images of the most poignant moments from scripture. A cabinet maker who was a faithful companion to his wife and treasured his children and grandchildren, is remembered through the woodwork that now frames the stories that celebrates God's love for children and faithfulness in life's journey.
The sanctuary filled with sunlight on an otherwise cool April day.
"Let the Little Children Come"
'But Jesus called them to him saying, "Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them; for to such belongs the Kingdom of God.' - Luke 18:16
"Where you go, I will go"
'But Ruth said, Entreat me not to leave your or to return from following you; for where you go, I will go, and where you lodge I will lodge; your people shall be my people, and your God my God;...' -
A bunch of my mother's side of the family attended the service which made it truly special. This was the church we all grew up in. Rick and I were married here and both boys were baptized here.
And then fitting for any celebration such as ours, this beautiful cake was served after the service.
My Dad so would have loved every part of it.
Miss you Dad!
Love, your Snicklefritz.
Tykerb has me knocked down again this week. Mind-numbing fatigue, some nausea, too much diarrhea/dehydration and my wound opening up have left me feeling spent- physically and emotionally.
Last night I took one look at the big bottle with orange chemo pills staring me in the face and broke down in tears.
I surrendered so quick. All of it with Him. "Where you go I will go..."
I fell asleep with my hand wrapped in Superman's.
I slept deep.
I already feel lighter today.