Hey old preacher, how’s life treating you? I was sitting here thinking about Daddy and Uncle Joe. Well I guess I was thinking more about growing up and the men I respected as a boy. The more I thought about them, memories of you were as plentiful as those of them.
All my life I’ve thought of you as family. I was just laughing about something I remembered when I couldn’t have been no more than 12 or 13. You were trying to show me how to line the saw up so I could cut a straight line on the chalk line that marked the board. I said, “Reverend booker, I just can’t do that. I’m left handed.” And you thought that was so funny. You just laughed and laughed. You said, “Boy, I been watching your daddy cut boards since you were born! You think I can’t cut with my left hand?” Then you cut one with your left hand as straight as can be. The part that I remember most is: you allowed me to mess up, I don’t know how many boards, until I got it right.
I could go on and on about the life lessons I learned at your side. I hope it’s suffice for me to say that you’ve always had a special place in the memories that I hold most dear. I just wanted you to hear it from me that I appreciate all of the life lessons that you taught me.
Happy Father’s Day