1 More Time

The last two weeks have been the toughest yet.  As they have been the toughest, i have also been waking up to the dark of the world at 4:30 A.M. to go workout in guntersville.  I fight the sleepiness for the first 10 miles or so until I arrive at the bottom of the Georgia Mountain and my truck begins to pass the causeway where we used to spend hours and hours during the summers.

As I reached the water this morning, I noticed the glass-like water by the moonlight and it brought a smile to my face.  That was dad greeting me this morning as I drove his truck across the causeway. It was if he was sitting next to me in astonishment by how still the water was.  He would always call me as he drove across the causeway to tell me how the was looked, "smooth as glass!"

Those summers that we spent on the lake will never be forgotten.  Dad was like a kid trapped in an aging body.  He loved the lake and had bought a few different boats over the summers that passed.  I can remember like it was yesterday coming home to the boat in the driveway and seeing dad doing something to the back of the boat.  As I got closer I realized what he was doing! He had named our boat....

1 MORE TIME 

He got this from hearing this over and over again throughout the summers.  We were all notorious for saying this over the summers past!  Kyle, Michael, Dad, and myself would always joke with each other about going just 1 MORE TIME.  After a while the question stopped being asked and as dad would pull up next to you, he would smile and say, "1 MORE TIME??"

Dad may be gone but his memories are not! I can see him now up in heaven busting his tail trying some crazy trick with his new found wings, dusting himself off, looking up with a huge smile at Jesus and saying, "1 MORE TIME!?"