Mowing the yard

Kiah just got onto me for not posting in a while. What have I been doing? Mowing mostly. My dad's birthday was last week and I've been missing him pretty badly. I've moped and felt sorry for myself and felt sorry for the kids for not getting to know him and sorry for my Mom who's getting ready to retire. They were looking forward to traveling together and being grandparents together and going on mission trips together. I've been feeling sorry for my Grandmother who misses him the most around his birthday and who is taking care of my bedridden Granddad who is lost somewhere else in time and thinks Zachary is Guy. I'm feeling sorry for my dad's brothers and sister who looked to him for leadership and peacemaking. I'm feeling sorry for my brother because I think he moved back to Ada much sooner than he would have if Dad hadn't died. What experiences did he miss out on? I've been feeling sorry for Gene who loved and respected him so much that Dad is his role model as a husband and father.

So on Dad's birthday I was searching for peace and found it--on his John Deere mower. We have had posession of Dad's mower since we moved here. It still has LOGSDON written in his handwriting on the back of the yellow seat. I wish I could transfer my mental image of Dad in mowing mode to print. Mom and Trey (and maybe Gene) are the only ones that can recall that picture of him. Let's just say he was dressed pretty funny and was really proud of his mower. So I got out there on the John Deere and basked in the memory of him.