33 years ago today, My father, Gary was called home to heaven; two-days after he turned 28. I imagine the age of my niece, my nephews, other friends with young children, and I try to put that into perspective. His passing caused my aunt Renee Walker to go into labor, where my cousin, Gary Walker was born the following day. As Ive stated many times, at that time, funerals were a 3-day ordeal, & my dad was buried on the day I turned seven. I barely have any solid memories of him, more-like snap-shot memories here and there, I recall being in the bed with him one morning when we got up to go to the hospital when my middle sister, Amy Biggs Nelson was born and we went to the hospital, I recall watching his band practice in the garage behind our house, and my favorite song to here them play was Claptons Cocaine (didnt know about foreshadowing back then..lol...thank God I can look back on that joke after 10+ years clean there and laugh). I an recall a few more memories that seem more like remembering scenes from a movie than they do my own memories, but here today, all of thats behind me (by the grace of God). I write this only to keep his memory alive in a world of social media that no one from that generation, or even our, generation, could imagine would ever exist -- I remember when we thought VCRs were the greatest thing ever and music was listened to on an album if not the radio. And while hes been gone all these years, it makes me appreciate the time Gods given me with my mother - who was mom & dad - not like today where single-moms are the norm because of dead beat-dads (much respect to all you single moms out there who are being mom & dad in that situation - shame on you dead-beats whove been blessed with a child and disown them - but thats a rant for another day) - I was raised by a single parent b/c God called my daddy home. And while times are extremely tough right now in so many areas, God has allowed mom to stay here with us when she was told in 2006 she would not likely survive a year, and then in 2011, she got worse, but bounced back once again - moms a tough one - thats for sure. And while she cannot work, she is here to see her grandchildren grow, and that is a blessing within itself. Excuse my A.D.D., my mind skips around a lot. But I cant help but be thankful today that even though the weight of the world is on my shoulders and times are as tough as they have ever been, God has given us another day to wake up and spend a day with him. I hope this post is read by my family members that I rarely see anymore -- my aunts & cousins that live in a different state now, and those who I just dont see b/c life is so busy nowadays -- I hope youll all take a moment to remember my dad: his sisters, brothers, cousins, all of you -- 33 years is a short amount of time - but even Jesus was only 33 years old when he gave himself for our sins, and today, I honor the memory of my father, and like all of us who have lost a loved one at some point or another, you know that time may heal a wound, but the scar is always there as a reminder - I hope youll take just a moment to remember! God Bless you all! Diana McCullough Sears Linda McCullough Martin John Donegan Sara Biggs Sullivan Sherry Stephens Terry Biggs Jimmy R Biggs Tracy D McCoy Marvin Biggs Jr Faye Biggs (for some reason I cant tag anymore people -- please pass along (family members) #one love
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 16:50:34 +0000
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