It has been six months. Six months since dad died. A lot has transpired in the last six months which makes the passage of time seem both long and short. There is much that I’m glad he has not had to see and deal with. The pandemic would have been so confusing.
Tennis is a love that I acquired from dad. When I was a teenager he would take me up Tao Fong Shan where the Lutheran missionaries lived. They had carved out of the mountain side a sand and clay court. I can’t imagine the patience he and the others needed with my poor playing skills. I am so grateful he had that patience. If he were here we would be talking about Wimbledon right about now. The power of the mens game, the skill of the ladies game.
Although he is gone, he is only gone from this world. There will be a time when we will see each other again.
Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me will live even if he dies, and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die. Jn 11:25–26
On the Greisen Side of Life 
Yesterday was a special remembering day. I am
thankful for the long life we had together. We will all be together again.
Nice post Marc.