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Richard E. Maxwell Sr.
The last seven years, I have been mourning the loss of my father, a man, who with a very limited education, was the smartest man I ever knew. Dad loved to read. It didn’t matter what he was reading...view moreThe last seven years, I have been mourning the loss of my father, a man, who with a very limited education, was the smartest man I ever knew. Dad loved to read. It didn’t matter what he was reading; he just loved to read. With his constant desire for the printed word, he managed to teach himself about the world and all that it contains. National Geographics was his favorite. Every issue delivered to Dad’s front door was read from cover to cover, then stored neatly in the barrister bookcase I made for him in my wood shop.
After Dad passed away, I was being pressured to write this story, not by anyone living, but by Dad himself. He would keep me awake at night urging me to put this story on paper. Night after night Dad would feed me ideas as to how the story line would progress. In August of 2012, I gave into my father’s wishes, and started to write this story. I have enjoyed every minute of every day that I have spent at this keyboard writing this tale for you. For me, it has been a way to spend a little more time with my dad, even though he is no longer sharing his time here on earth with his loving family.
This is the first time I have ever put word to paper. I hope you enjoy reading about the Marshal Family, but what would make this endeavor a success for me, is after reading it, you would take the time to meditate about the little, sometimes unexplainable things, that have happened in your lives after losing a loved one. I hope this little story will help you realize, as it did for me, your loved one, though no longer physically with you, will always be with you, and alive in your heart. I’d like to give you an example. My dad died the 10th of December 2005. Around the 10th of each month since his passing, I have been finding dimes, on the ground, in the car, in the house, and on the floor in stores. Is this a coincidence? I don’t think so. My father is letting me know that he is still with me and looking out for me. I just wish he would up my allowance from ten cents, to ten dollars.
Having finished writing this story, I have also finished my grieving process. I have come to realize that my father is with me always, and alive in my heart.
Thank you and God bless you.view less