Flood Of Memories

So today I was outside and decided that I was going to take a walk through the trailer before I got ready to go to the parade to march in the band. There was such a flood of mermories in there some good some bad, most about dad. It was like a time warp, and everything seemed as if it would be alright. I looked out the window and saw the field, remember that time when there was a big hail storm and dad had stayed out there to finish swathing, or that time when we were drving home from Ontario and he kept driving even though you couldn't have seen two feet infront of you because it was rain so hard, it reminded Lindsay and I of Noah's Ark. Then if was rushed forward to the time when we first told dad about the cancer, he didn't even care he'd been through this before he had a family by him for support and God will get him through no matter what the outcome. Then it flashed to YQ, the phone calls from the hospital, the news that we had to come right away. At the hospital the crumbling news that they couldn't do anything about this sudden turn of events. Seeing dad for the first time when arriving there... then I flashed back to when dad said he didn't care how he went or when, just that he got to heaven... Then I was was just standing there in the empty trailer looking at a golden field, reminding me of what my father had lived for, planting seeds, growing crops and sending it to grainaries for food production; something he was always happy doing because in his view he was doing it for his family, for the world, and most importantly for God.