By Kay Heitsch
Before my Dad died, he told me to make sure Neil was given his Cadillac, the "love boat" as he called it, after he died. We did, and we also sold Neil my Dad's house with everything in it.
Neil let me know that I could take whatever I wanted out of the house. I looked around and decided to only take a small box full of memories. Dad had given me some of my Mom's pretty dishes before, so I had them.
I couldn't help but think that a lifetime had gone by, and I could fit it all in a small box. I still have the box. I look through it every so often.
My Dad was not buried when he died because the ground was frozen. When the cemetery decided to bury Dad, Neil called. He asked if it would be okay with me if he had the casket opened so he could put my Dad's dancing shoes inside.
My Dad loved to dance, and Neil knew it! I thought his kindness to think of something like this was exceptional. So, my Dad has his favorite pair of dancing shoes in his casket.
I praise God for the special box of memories and the kindness of Neil to put my Dad's dancing shoes in his casket.
"Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise Him." Psalm 102:18
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