His eyes looked down and slowly nodded.’Dig It’ is how I referred to Frank. As long as I’ve known ‘Dig It’ he always had a story that he couldn’t wait to tell me.
“Got a second?”
With that…he was off and running.‘Dig It’ studied history, was an art buff, and loved to sail. His stories were in-depth as well as intriguing. At some point during his animated narratives he would pause, look directly into my eyes, smile, and add, “Can you dig it?” and continued on without missing a beat.
He liked to enlighten you to his groovy views and, honestly, he did.
It was heartbreaking to see his loved ones in pain today. They were missing their husband, their father, and their obviously close grandfather.
Life at its longest is too brief and time is never on our side.
During the eulogy his son was choked up as he shared how proud he was of his father; the mentor, the man who worked two full careers, the man who loved life but was now tired…he continued on that Frank was “the good kind of tired.”
Frank’s first 30 year career was spent as a US Naval Officer so fittingly they played ‘Taps’ while two men in their Service Dress Whites folded the American flag to hand to his wife of 47 years. They ended the honor with a firm tribute salute to her. What broke my heart was Frank’s grandson, all of 8 years old, bravely saluting the two Service men back…holding back his tears.
At that moment I bowed my head in prayer, I prayed for his grieving family, I prayed for his soul now telling stories in Heaven, and I sent another prayer up to my Jena…hoping to give her a heads up on the new arrival storyteller.
In a small sweet whisper I could hear, “Mommy, so I just met this really cool guy that knows you and Daddy, can you dig it?”
So my fabulous peeps, I leave you with this; YOU DO impact others…every day. You may not know it, but YOU DO. Let your impact be one people fondly talk about for generations.
Can you Dig It?