My father was a man who only read the sports section of the paper or the comics, and didn’t write unless he had to: a birthday card or Christmas card. He wrote this note on a whim, on paper just lying around the house, and then had my youngest sister fax it to his eleven-year-old grandson.
I copied dad’s note just as he wrote it, and you’ll notice that he spelled “Grampa” just like he heard the kids pronounce his name.
Dear Robbie (12/11/96)
I was glad to read of your improvement in bowling. I am involved in a Christian Fellowship bowling league. The league has played twelve weeks and I have participated in ten. So far the thirty games I have played my average is 162 and my high game is the same as your 194. I pray you continue to improve and have great success in your bowling achievements. I pray also that you and the family have a great Christmas and New Year.
God Bless & Prosper the Family
That my father took the time to write, to write anything, is a huge deal to us all. My father who had few passions in his life, a man of simple tastes, loved Christmas, Thanksgiving, classical music, watching football, and bowling. And when he learned that his grandson had taken up bowling, and was actually really good at it, he was thrilled beyond belief.
This month, my father will have been gone from us six Christmases, and we still miss him like crazy. That he had a passion for family gatherings goes without saying. When we gathered under one family member’s roof, he was always called upon to lead prayer. My father was a man of integrity, a true Christian, a man that loved God.
His absence from the table, the absence of his conversations, whether it was sports or music or movie trivia, will not go unnoticed.