Memoir of Dad

I was thinking of some of the stories that I have heard from others about dad and I began to think of collecting some of these stories in memory of him. Not only for myself but for his grandchildren or for other men who need to hear of a native man who displayed some positive qualities in his life. But that was just my thoughts for the day...
There are moments when I believe that God is speaking to my soul and this has not occured in sometime. Why? My mind has been opening to new thinking and this time I cant help but feel that Im being called. Called out to where? That I dont know. The question that is rolled around in my head is, "What am I going to do with all that I have learned from the father who was given to me and am I willing to take on the family legacy? Am I willing to let everything go and follow jesus? All my life I have never needed to address this because our family was in the midst of active living and I was not interested in following the path of my parents. Now that dad has left Im left to question my worldly wisdom and the ability I have in taking on challenges...of which I inherited from my father. Never was I able to see my dads heart in his service for the King and now I can see it so clearly.
I miss my dad and I know that he would gently ask my to seek and wait on the lord. I know in my heart that I grive intensely for him and long to have him walk in and say, "I'm Home!...Karen..I'm Home!"...He was always excited to see the love of his life. Today mom finally did some work on putting her things away that belonged to dad. This left her feeling wounded and tired...and there is so much left to do. I have been so sick with my asthma and struggle to breath from it. I am better now at the moment. The weather was warm and inviting as tho the universe was giving my a gentle hug in my sorrow. Im ok...and Im thankful for the life that I have been given and the love we have around here dispite our heartache and pain.