Concordance

The spring before seminary, Lisa, and Dad's death, my Aunts came to visit us. They came to see their sick brother. Aunt Brenda asked me if there was anything of Granddaddy's I would like to have. Something to remember him by. I responded that I had something in mind, but that I shouldn't be the first in line. If anyone else wanted these then I would not fight for them. His 3 daughters and son should have the opportunity first.

She smiled and asked what it was. "His Concordance," I responded. "To think of all the hours he spent pouring over that and to see his notes in the margins...." She smiled and told me she knew I was going to say that. She had spoken with Granddaddy before he passed and they had agreed that I should inherit them. Grandmother was in agreement, but that I should wait until she had gone. She may want to look at them and remember him.

I was floored. They had discussed this? This was like something out of a book. How could everyone else see this in me and it not be apparent to me? I'm fully aware of the box in psych that describes knowledge of yourself (this may be from another discipline, but this is how I remember it.) Its broken down into the 4 sections: Everyone knows, I know, They know, no one knows. Still, it was amazing.

After my Grandmother passed during the whirlwind end of that year, I was given many of the books from my Grandfather's library. I still have them. Just looking at them makes me feel close to him....and to God in some strange way. I have not read them, and there they sit.