89. Seems strange to think. But that’s how old my Dad would be, today, if he was still around to celebrate his birthday here on Earth. But if birthdays are still celebrated in Heaven, that’s where he has celebrated the last 38 of his. Because he only had 51 birthday cakes on Earth.
My guess is, Dad hasn’t missed birthday cakes.
Of course, he misses me. Because, duh. Who wouldn’t? But he knows we’ll see each other again.
Both my parents are now in Heaven. And I find great comfort in knowing that. And I feel sorry for all the billions of people on the planet who don’t have that hope and joy and comfort. Especially those who ridiculously believe when you die, it’s all darkness. Over. Because, for them, time on Earth is just not enough. And they do whatever they can to make up for the loss of hope.
Sadly, there’s nothing you or I or anyone can do to rustle up hope if there’s nothing after this life. That just means there’s an “eternity” of nothingness to face and endure.
I’d rather live in hope and expectation that I’ll live forever in paradise with God. Where no gold, silver, or even birthday cakes can compare with the Truth who’s there.
And where I’ll dance on…
Fandango Street
Dwight was a boy anybody would employ
‘Cause he worked his fingers to the bone.
But he said he had to fly, get a piece of the sky.
So he took off for the great unknown.
Everybody said no, no, no.
But he still had to go
To make his whole life complete
And look for Fandango Street.
He took himself a wife as he made the change of life
And the boy became a regular man.
They had a couple kids just like everybody did.
But it really wasn’t in the plan.
And his spirit said no, no, no.
That’s not the way you should go.
Should be pointing your feet
On up to Fandango Street.
Oh, but somewhere the world took over
And left him thirsting for more.
Where was the milk and the honey
He had dreamed of all those years before?
He was moving right along feeling permanently strong
Thinking all he had to do was behave.
But a terminal disease slowly drove him to his knees.
And it took him to an early grave.
And his family said no, no, no.
But he still had to go
To make the journey complete
And look for Fandango Street.
And to this day I say no, no, no.
But I know he had to go.
To make the journey complete
And look for Fandango Street.
I hear him tapping his feet…up on Fandango Street.
And so his life is complete…he dance on Fandango Street!
© 1992
Happy Birthday Dad!
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