"I'll See You On Monday"
by Bob Phillips on Tuesday, March 15, 2011 at 9:00am
March 15, 2011
"Bobby"
My father was born on March 14, 1918, the year the Great War, The War to End all Wars, ended. I was on the road yesterday and did not get home until midnight so I wanted to take some time today to remember may Daddy. He lived through the dustbowl, the great depression and fought his way across the Pacific during World War 2. He came home to a young wife and son to start a new life and rebuild America. He has been gone for some time now but I still think of him almost everyday and wonder what he thinks of me and the man I have become. Why is it that a 60 year old man still worries about what his father thinks about him and still seeks his approval? Daddy would you be proud of the man I have become?
I recall working beside him in the fields, bailing hay, harvesting peanuts, working cows, working on a car or truck or old tractor. After he lost his left hand I would hold the nails while he started them with his hammer, or holding the wedge while it hit it with a sledge hammer to split post or wood. It is amazing the trust a son has in his father. Daddy would you be proud of the man I have become?
I see your face more now than ever when I look into the mirror. I see you in my sons and daughter. There are days when I wish I could talk to you again and ask your advice. The good advice you offered when I was a young man and which I so often ignored. Funny, isn't it how much wiser you became the older I grew and how much I would give to just spend and hour talking to you. Daddy would you be proud of the man I have become?
I still recall the last time we spoke. You were so weak, fighting as always but this time for just one more breath. I had to leave you because I had to preach the next day and it was a 3 hour drive home, but I lingered as long as I could. I sat beside you on your bed and said, "Daddy don't give up on me?" You whispered in reply, "I am trying son..." I kissed you on the forehead and said, "I love you, daddy, I'll see you on Monday." I did not know those would be the last words we spoke to each other, but I am very glad that they were our final words. Daddy would you be proud of the man I have become?
I meant the words I spoke as I sat beside you on the bed. They are still true today, "Daddy, I Love you, and I'll see you on Monday." You wait for me beyond the shinning crystal sea in that eternal Monday the day that follows the "Day of the Lord." I see you standing there gazing over the sea, baby blue eyes searching for me. I see you smiling, longing to greet me on the edge of the eternal sea. I'll see you on Monday I said to you and now I hear your whisper upon the wind, "I'll see you on Monday, Son." I hope you are proud of the man I have come to be. "I'll See You On Monday!"
Robert Alan ("Bobby")
Son of Wanda Colleen Sanders Phillips and John Henry Phillips
by Bob Phillips on Tuesday, March 15, 2011 at 9:00am
March 15, 2011
"Bobby"
My father was born on March 14, 1918, the year the Great War, The War to End all Wars, ended. I was on the road yesterday and did not get home until midnight so I wanted to take some time today to remember may Daddy. He lived through the dustbowl, the great depression and fought his way across the Pacific during World War 2. He came home to a young wife and son to start a new life and rebuild America. He has been gone for some time now but I still think of him almost everyday and wonder what he thinks of me and the man I have become. Why is it that a 60 year old man still worries about what his father thinks about him and still seeks his approval? Daddy would you be proud of the man I have become?
I recall working beside him in the fields, bailing hay, harvesting peanuts, working cows, working on a car or truck or old tractor. After he lost his left hand I would hold the nails while he started them with his hammer, or holding the wedge while it hit it with a sledge hammer to split post or wood. It is amazing the trust a son has in his father. Daddy would you be proud of the man I have become?
I see your face more now than ever when I look into the mirror. I see you in my sons and daughter. There are days when I wish I could talk to you again and ask your advice. The good advice you offered when I was a young man and which I so often ignored. Funny, isn't it how much wiser you became the older I grew and how much I would give to just spend and hour talking to you. Daddy would you be proud of the man I have become?
I still recall the last time we spoke. You were so weak, fighting as always but this time for just one more breath. I had to leave you because I had to preach the next day and it was a 3 hour drive home, but I lingered as long as I could. I sat beside you on your bed and said, "Daddy don't give up on me?" You whispered in reply, "I am trying son..." I kissed you on the forehead and said, "I love you, daddy, I'll see you on Monday." I did not know those would be the last words we spoke to each other, but I am very glad that they were our final words. Daddy would you be proud of the man I have become?
I meant the words I spoke as I sat beside you on the bed. They are still true today, "Daddy, I Love you, and I'll see you on Monday." You wait for me beyond the shinning crystal sea in that eternal Monday the day that follows the "Day of the Lord." I see you standing there gazing over the sea, baby blue eyes searching for me. I see you smiling, longing to greet me on the edge of the eternal sea. I'll see you on Monday I said to you and now I hear your whisper upon the wind, "I'll see you on Monday, Son." I hope you are proud of the man I have come to be. "I'll See You On Monday!"
Robert Alan ("Bobby")
Son of Wanda Colleen Sanders Phillips and John Henry Phillips
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