So this fun thing happened last week where my car developed an engine knock...
There's nothing like car trouble to make you miss your dad. Even if he couldn't do anything from the other side of the country. Dads always know what to do about cars, even if the best option is to just get rid of the useless lump of metal. I'm so glad I'm a poor student who can't afford either to replace the car nor to fix the problem, since that would likely cost more than it is worth and definitely more than is in my account presently...
Tonight I was thinking of another aspect of my dying car - how if I had known how many miles were left on that engine, would I have chosen to drive different places? Would I have saved those miles for more useful things, rather than to satisfy that craving for a Sonic burger or a superfluous Walmart run? If I had known about the impending Ragnarok (my car was named Thor... just go with it.) would I have used my car more to help others or visit the people I truly cared about instead of driving to campus to save myself a few minutes of walking in the cold?
But odometers only show how far you've gone, not how many miles are left.
The same goes for people. We can look back on the pictures of days past, the smiles shared. Those memories, perhaps bitter at that time, now sweet for the loss, which hopefully will not pass too deep into the shadows of time. The thing is, we never know how long we have with those we love. And thanks be to God for the doctrine of eternal families and the knowledge that I'll see my dad again.
There's nothing like car trouble to make you miss your dad. Even if he couldn't do anything from the other side of the country. Dads always know what to do about cars, even if the best option is to just get rid of the useless lump of metal. I'm so glad I'm a poor student who can't afford either to replace the car nor to fix the problem, since that would likely cost more than it is worth and definitely more than is in my account presently...
Tonight I was thinking of another aspect of my dying car - how if I had known how many miles were left on that engine, would I have chosen to drive different places? Would I have saved those miles for more useful things, rather than to satisfy that craving for a Sonic burger or a superfluous Walmart run? If I had known about the impending Ragnarok (my car was named Thor... just go with it.) would I have used my car more to help others or visit the people I truly cared about instead of driving to campus to save myself a few minutes of walking in the cold?
But odometers only show how far you've gone, not how many miles are left.
The same goes for people. We can look back on the pictures of days past, the smiles shared. Those memories, perhaps bitter at that time, now sweet for the loss, which hopefully will not pass too deep into the shadows of time. The thing is, we never know how long we have with those we love. And thanks be to God for the doctrine of eternal families and the knowledge that I'll see my dad again.
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