Going Home

On Sunday, I realized next week is Father's Day. I started to put together what I have on my plate for this upcoming weekend, and Pat and I realized this was a going home with a capital H.

This Saturday I will go to Meadlawn Christian Church to have Dad's memorial service in Indianapolis. It is the place of my baptism. It is the church where my grandmother entered on her own, some time in the 1930's establishing a relationship with Meadlawn Christian and the Barton Family. It is the place where my father was baptized, married, ordained, and on this Saturday will be remembered.

It seems surreal. Too enormous; like a plot point from an overly sappy movie.

It completely dwarfs my "job" (catalogue voter fraud, object to destructive testing, and draft competitive bidding requirements). And that seems to be where my focus is going right now. Not so much responding to the grief and sorrow of Dad's absence, but focusing on my hero image of him and this larger than life event that is taking shape. Forgive me, while I tarry a little longer here. Maybe until Saturday evening.