Finishing the Albums of My Dad’s Life
Has anyone else ever sat and cried when something special arrived in the mail? Well, that is what I'm doing this afternoon. This album set represents my father's life.
This project was his idea. He wrote, “I have been collecting these pictures and placing them in an album, without annotation, for years. When my daughter, Carol, saw them, she wanted to properly preserve them in an album and explain what each photo meant. She did such a great job doing the work. It truly warms my heart, not because she did the work, but because she wanted to. It is my wish that my family, friends, and descendants enjoy these albums, for they tell the story of Who I Am.”
He gathered and organized these memories and then entrusted me with the task of creating a set of albums from them. It has been two years since his passing…and the task is finally complete!
This project was important to my father. He wanted his children and grandchildren to know about his life experiences and the journey that molded him into the man he was.
He complied a chronological list of significant events in his life. In addition to family milestones, it included every home in which he lived, each job he worked, every church he attended, and his many worldly explorations – including both vacations and career travel. While in most instances just one photograph of an event was preserved, when arranged with 77 years’ worth of memories … his story was told … and is now preserved for future generations.
I'm overwhelmed thinking about what he would say if he were here right now and excited that these album sets will bless the lives of his children and grandchildren this holiday season. Three volumes x 9 sets, 241 pages, treasured stories, and in the neighborhood of 3000 pictures…it is now what will be handed down to future generations.
I'm crying because I miss him. I’m crying because I'm elated that this overwhelming task has been completed. I’m crying because I'm excited to have my children and family receive and look through them while remembering Grandpa. And I am crying because I know he would be proud.
I love you, Dad!