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A story of a story of The Story

  

Updated: Jul 19, 2023

So I have a story. A sweet story. It has to do with my Dad.

I love my Dad. He is caring and helpful. He is intelligent and thoughtful. He loves God. He loves his family. And, he wrote a book. A children's book. He called it Ben and Kit.

Let's back up a bit. For years, our folks would head down to Florida for the winter. They enjoyed their time there. It gave them a chance to pursue some interests. And to just relax.

My mom is a painter. I wrote a blog about her awhile back. You may recall of the winter that she was given an opportunity to paint a mural on the wall of a lanai for a lady that she met down there. She painted a lovely beach scene and had so much fun doing it. She did a great job!

Our Dad was proud of her. He shared of how Mom was enjoying this creative venture. We all were happy for her. But I felt a little bad for Dad, who was left alone somewhat while mom was away painting. After all, that was not their norm, for they usually did things together.

Well, that Christmas, we all got quite a surprise. Our Dad had actually been working on a project of his own. While mom was away painting, he was writing a book. It was a book about two kittens, Ben and Kit, who lived on a farm, many years back. Dad wrote about the fun and interesting adventures they had. He shared his stories in a way that entertained, but also was kindly passing on to the next generation (for they are now blessed with quite a few little great-grands), about some of the "old ways" from days gone by. He shared cute little stories along the way, interspersed with messages on having good values and doing the right thing (like minding your parents, and working hard). And of course, at the end, he wrote a precious paragraph where-in he shared of the importance of knowing and living for Jesus! Needless to say, this book is priceless to us.

How thankful and blessed we are that we now have this gift from Dad. So this was my little story about my Dad writing a story in which he included a message about THE story for those coming after him.

Thanks Dad. Thanks for introducing us and generations to come to Ben and Kit and for taking the time to pass along those messages that will never grow old.

We love you Dad!

(PS And thanks also to my sister Jenell who was not surprised, for she helped with the editing, computer aided photo-clipping etc. She did a great job! :)






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