Today’s Jud’s birthday. Would’ve been his 75th, the day he’d become my age! I tried it out in June. So far, so good. Last night, I sold his old Volvo. Not easy to let it go but easier when sold to Marshall, a family friend. Can’t recall if it ever spent a night in a garage. Jud wasn’t one to pamper himself or his cars. I’m sure Jud’s not missing the Volvo but I’m feeling like a piece of our history went with the car.
Jud liked that car. The college bought it used and Jud drove it for a number of years while he was President of Gordon. His other car was an old blue truck. When the truck needed more than it was worth, he let it go and put a trailer hitch on the Volvo to haul his boat. Strange sight going down route 128. Usually you’d see pick-up trucks pulling boats, not an old gray Volvo sedan with a sunroof. But that’s part of what I miss about Jud. He didn’t care how something looked as much as how well it functioned and that Volvo could haul more than its worth.
Summers it hauled grandchildren to Good Harbor beach. Plenty of room for buckets, blankets, beach chairs, boogie boards and people. He never fussed about sand, saltwater or sticky fingers. “We can clean it later.” Much later.
So today I miss an old car and an older man who along the way made me feel worth more than I felt at times and though I must’ve tempted him, never traded me in for a newer model with less upkeep and fewer miles. We aged well together until he took off for heaven.
After hugging his pillow this morning, kissing his picture I thought,”wonder how they celebrate birthdays in heaven?” Do you get to see a movie of how you were formed in your mother’s womb? Like it says in Psalm 139:13″ For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.” I wonder if God shows you a baby book beyond imagination with snapshots of your life, glimpses of ways God protected and guided, ways you made God, saints and angels cheer as you made wise choices, did those small acts of holiness, unheralded by any but the only One who really mattered. Do you get to scroll down and view the truth written in Psalm 139:16 “All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be”?
Well, for sure Jud’s not thinking about what used to be. He never was one to dwell on what was or might have been. I do. Right now I’m wishing I’d done a better job of keeping up with Heather and Chad’s baby books. I never really got into Creative Memories. When they each turned 21, I gave them my best efforts. There are a few gaps. They did have all their vaccines.
So I guess I’m hoping God’s got those baby books. I can see Jud shaking his head, rolling his eyes at my theological creativity. Well, my response was usually something like, “who gave me this imagination?!”
Well, dearest love, I do wish you a happy birthday. I’m thankful you were born and for each moment (well, not EVERY moment) we spent together. Thank you for many ways you taught by how you lived that real life’s never about the stuff.
Bye bye, Volvo.
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