Sunday, June 15th, 2014
It was sort of lonesome on my pew today at church with all my young friends being in Puerto Rica on a mission trip. They’re returning sometime on Friday of this week.
We had only one meal option today at Alexian. Normally we can eat at any hour on Sundays. But on holidays we have one big meal around noon. I managed to stay on my self-imposed diet. I ate fresh fruit, vegetables, and boiled shrimp and turned down their wickedly good lava cake that is heavy chocolate laden with ice cream.
I’m so grateful for the stories about my daddy that my mother, brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles kept alive for me. He died when I was only four months old and I suspect I’ve spent a major portion of my life wanting to know him.
My oldest brother, John Ward Sweat, Junior was a good father substitute. He gave me my first Bible story book, Letters from Aunt Charlotte and when I was in the fourth grade for my birthday he sent me the book Heidi. He was a great story teller and took professional tap dancing. Now he, too, is a treasured memory.
However I have Max, my grandson Patrick, and Claude Alan who bless my life daily. Their dad would be so proud of each of them and so am I.