I was looking through some old pictures today and tucked inside an envelope was this very old, very faded newspaper article. I sat on the floor looking at the picture, the corner burnt from a house fire years after it was cut out for safe keeping.

That’s me and my Dad. Snazzy dresser that he was!

You have no way of knowing this, but that little girl thought he hung the moon. She thought he was the most marvelous human being on the face of her planet.

Today almost 40 years later and almost 14 years since we said our last good-bye I still think he hung the moon and he was most certainly one of the most marvelous human beings on the face of my planet.

Sitting on the floor looking at this picture this morning made me think about how quickly time goes by. How short our lives really are. What a small amount of time we have with those that we think hung the moon.

Time is taken for granted by most of us. It slips through our fingers so swiftly that we can lose track of it.

The counter attack is to be mindful and present. To plug into those around us. To be fully IN the moment while the moment is happening.

One of my Dads most favorite things to do was to sit by a campfire and just be still. He was hyper active all of his life, but when he would sit at a campfire he would find his calm…his peace. I was always afraid of the embers. Scared they would get me. Β But I would sit there with him as long as he would let me. Looking back, he was actually teaching me a powerful skill. Sitting by the fire with my Dad is no longer possible, but I can honor him today. Β I can stop rushing and find the time to be still…calm…peaceful and fully present in the memories I’m creating right now.

The newspaper article was from a dinner thrown by the Kiwanis club to celebrate their annual walk-a-thon. Β The oldest and the youngest (me) were photographed for the paper.


They spelled my name wrong, but I’m looking at this as picture proof that I walked 20 miles at one point in my life! πŸ˜‰

The only clear memory I have of the day is that I had a marble in my pocket and whenever we would get to the top of a hill I would drop it and watch it roll to the bottom and then run down and get it. I thought it was hysterical. My Dad did not. Ha!!

The 5 year old me was having the time of her life and my Dad took the time to let me.

Happy Thursday


*This is my submission to my Creative Penguin Prompt.Β  There is still time for you to join in too!

32 thoughts on “Time

  1. Love, love, love, love this Nikki. What a beautiful testament to your dad. I bet he thought that you hung the moon too. πŸ™‚
    Blessings to you, to the Soul of your Dad, and to all the qualities – like peace and stillness – that he blessed you with.

    This is a magnificent contribution. To an awesome creative prompt (he he)
    Love, Debbie

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  2. Awww loved this, Nikki!! What an hommage πŸ™‚ And how cute that little you is!! I am blessed to still have both Mom and Dad with me, in good health, but I know that life is the most uncertain thing, so I take advantage of all the time I can spend with them πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Thank you for sharing your story! xx

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    1. I’m not even gonna lie…I was pretty cute. πŸ˜‰ Ha!
      I just keep looking at my Dad’s collar, chest hair and necklace. LOL I’m so glad that look went out of style. πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰ πŸ˜‰ About 4 years later he looked like Charlie Daniels!

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  3. Hello Nikki,
    What a beautiful piece of writing, full of love, memories and lessons learnt from your beloved dad. It was a very touching story about the marble you rolled down the mountain to chase it…
    Thank you for sharing your cherished memories with us…


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