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| "THE BOX" |
I finally did it today.
I’ve put it off for over four years; Going through “The Box.”
Ever since we left South Dakota in 2008, there has been this box labeled, “Todd’s Junk.” Full of old notebooks from College (and found one from High School!) and cattle records, sermon notes, calendars, awards, etc. After he died, I tried a couple times to go through it, and just couldn’t. I had dug around it in before the funeral because I thought for sure the track he had written back in 1992 was in there, and we wanted everyone to have a copy at the funeral, but I just couldn’t seem to ever get myself to sort through all those memories.
I’m not sure what made me go through it today, I just happened to step into the guest bedroom, and saw it sitting there on the floor, and said, “Today’s the day.”
Some time ago, I had placed an empty plastic tub beside it, for the day that would come when I was strong enough to go through it. I placed in it today, those things that are ‘keepers’ in the memory of Todd. His notes from Bible College were kept, along with all his sermon notes, but the High School notebook went in the throw pile. His large collection of maps went in the throw pile too, along with old cattle records of cows that have long ago become someones burger.
One of the most precious items, wasn’t something that Todd had written, but I had written, but he had kept. “The Ode to Mr. Odd”, for those that know the name, yes, this was a Keeley Rooer character skit I have done for years. Yup, Keeley Rooer has been around for a long time (actually several years before this record). It was written for a Valentine’s Banquet in 1990
we had here in Kenmare while we pastored Grace Christian Fellowship. It told of the many ways I loved him, in a fashion that only Keeley can tell. I sat crying and laughing as I read through it, and then went and read it to Kristi, proving to her how long I’ve been doing this character Keeley Rooer. And also I closed with, “See, Kristi, I loved your Dad, very much,” to which she said, “I know.”
we had here in Kenmare while we pastored Grace Christian Fellowship. It told of the many ways I loved him, in a fashion that only Keeley can tell. I sat crying and laughing as I read through it, and then went and read it to Kristi, proving to her how long I’ve been doing this character Keeley Rooer. And also I closed with, “See, Kristi, I loved your Dad, very much,” to which she said, “I know.”
Another precious jewel, was a small record of us meeting different people, while we lived in Steele ND. Todd had just met Terry Smokov, and they had invited us out to their house for dinner. I love how he put it, “We just met this couple, but somehow I feel our hearts are knit together.” Terry and Donna, I still believe this. Getting to see you last fall, is living proof there was (and is) a friendship there. 😃 Love you guys!
The throw away pile is too heavy for me to carry down the stairs alone, so I’ll have to wait till Kristi is home from work to get rid of the unnecessary items. I don’t think I will be needing those old Semen catalogs, and since they’re greatly outdated, they will do no one else any good either. But the pages of sermon notes he preached, I look forward to reading through someday. Although, Todd’s notes were pretty sketchy. A few main thoughts and a few scriptures, but I can still hear his heart.
Sometimes, it's really hard when all you have left is, some old notebooks, and calendars, and of course some pictures of the one you loved the most on this planet. But I’m thankful to have loved greatly, and he loved back.
You were the best pard ever Todd! Miss you!
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