I could go on for days with such stories. I've previously wanted to blog the above story, but decided I needed to get enough time between the actual event and the story so it wouldn't seem callous. The beauty of it is my dad knew and loved me. He would have been cracking up right there in that room with us. That's how my family has always been. I wouldn't change a thing about that.
Over the years I've accumulated numerous blogs and stories about my family, friends, college years, childhood, and life. I've got stories about a first date I went on which involved picking up a dead body from a funeral home in Atlanta (all of my stories are not funeral based, I promise). I have stories about medical experiences which were hysterical and I've written much about the people I love.
I've often envied authors like Stephenie Meyer who can pen all-consuming stories of vampires and werewolves. I've not been successful at fiction. I'm very much an in-the-present person and my writing style reflects that. I hope to one day write a book which the world will get to read. My hope is that it would bring a moment of laughter to someone who may be having a bad day or perhaps one of my shared experiences will resonate with someone going through something similar. I pray that God allows me this wonderful accomplishment. I know if it is in His plan He will show me the way there. To any of you readers who like to write, I encourage you to continue. I've found no better way to cleanse my inner self of stress and sorrow than putting pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. Writing truly is a gift in that it gives something back to each of us.