Today I heard his voice. As I was walking out of a store and a lady was walking in. She held her arm up high to shield the sun and remarked “it’s so bright today!!” I answered “Yes, ma’am!” And I heard it.
I will admit that I hear his voice and I see him ever so often. I hear his words come out of my mouth and I do an internal double-take: Did I REALLY just say that?? I see him, not as much in me as I see him in Drew. He had this way of crawling into the smallest spaces. Drew has that way. And, even though Drew never really got to work with him, he works just like him. And that makes me proud.
When I hear his voice, I miss him. And it reminds me that I am living a legacy… Continuing the work. My dad will not go down in history as a great theologian, but he lived the love of Christ. To love God and love others. He showed it in his own way. I saw it And now, my job is to continue to live it.
And, not only to live it, but to teach my children the legacy. And, perhaps someday, grandchildren. And maybe one day, decades from now, my children will hear voices, too. And they will see something around them. And maybe, perhaps, they will think of me. If only I can do half of the job that Don Wike did. I’ll be okay!!!