My daughter is doing well on her mission trip in Argentina. We have spoken with her twice on Skype (thank God for technology). She will be teaching English and working with the local missionaries wherever she's needed.

And now some looking back,,,,
tomorrow is father's day and I can't spend that day with my dad since he passed away many years ago. I was a senior in high school when his heart gave out and he got a new body in heaven. I was a great deal selfish then and didn't take the time I should have to talk with him about life, his life and what he expected of mine. I wish now that he had sat me down to talk about things, but I guess he was just thinking he'd get better soon.

He fought hard in WWII in N. Africa and Italy and came close to death over there a number of times. We found out a little of his adventures when his captain came over and they spent the evening swapping stories. My mom sat up and listened and passed all she could remember on to us. He was blown out of fox holes, drug his captain back into his foxhole, spent time trapped behind enemy lines and fought in close quarters in town after town. I would imagine it was similar to Saving Private Ryan and the battles they encoutered in the countryside. He was not even able to finish high school but was drafted in his senior year. Fortunately, Georgia Power didn't require that back then if he could pass and entrance exam.

And when he came home with all of those horrible memories still fresh in him mind, he got married, got a job, had kids and went to work, never asking for a 'thank you' and never feeling sorry for the turn his life took. Mom told us that when he first came home and the alarm clock would go off, he'd grab it and throw it across the room thinking it was a grenade. He just put it out of his mind as best he could and got to work raising his family.

I wish I could sit down with him now and ask him all about everything he experienced in life. I would love to know about his life growing up; when he got his first job; his first fight; his first kiss; his thoughts when he got drafted; his life over there; and all about his fears, failings and triumphs. I am a lot of who I am because of him. Jesus changed me a great deal after I met Him, but I'm still the son of John Richard Mulkey Jr. and and thankful for that.

Dad, set aside a few years for when I get to heaven. We've got some catching up to do.