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A Note, Many Tears, and A Promise Kept A Note, Many Tears, and A Promise Kept
    by Kristi Powers

NOTE: In a world where so many lives are being torn apart by divorce and heartache, comes a story of a father and a daughter, and an unspoken promise that was kept.

    My father was not a sentimental man. I don’t remember him ever ooohhing or ahhing over something I made as a child. Don’t get me wrong, I knew that my Dad loved me, but getting all mushy-eyed was not his thing. I learned that he showed me he loved me in other ways.

    There was one particular moment when this became real to me...

    I always believed that my parents had a good marriage, but just before I, the youngest of four children, turned 16, my belief was sorely tested. My father, who used to share in the chores around the house, gradually started becoming despondent. From the time he came home from his job at the factory, to the time he went to bed, he hardly spoke a word to my Mom or us kids.

    The strain on my Mom and Dad’s relationship was very evident. However, I was not prepared for the day that Mom sat my siblings and I down and told us that Dad had decided to leave. All that I could think of was that I was going to become a product of a divorced family. It was something I never thought possible and it grieved me greatly. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t going to happen, and I went totally numb when I knew my Dad was really leaving. The night before he left I stayed up in my room for a long time. I prayed and I cried — and I wrote a long letter to my Dad. I told him how much I loved him and how much I would miss him. I told him that I was praying for him and wanted him to know that, no matter what, Jesus and I loved him. I told him that I would always and forever be his Krissie...his Noodles. As I folded my note I stuck in a picture of me with a saying I had always heard. “Anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be called a Daddy.”

    Early, the next morning as my Dad left our house, I snuck out to the car and slipped my letter into one of his bags.

“Anyone can be a father but it takes someone special to be called a Daddy.”
    Two weeks went by with hardly a word from my father. Then, one afternoon, I came home from school to find my Mom sitting at the dining room table waiting to talk to me. I could see in her eyes that she had been crying. She told me that Dad had been there and that they had talked for a long time. They decided that there were things that the both of them could, and would change —and that their marriage was worth saving.

    Mom then turned her focus to my eyes — “Kristi, Dad told me that you wrote him a letter. Can I ask what you wrote to him?”

    I found it hard to share with my Mom what I had written from my heart to my Dad. I mumbled a few words, then shrugged.

    Mom said, " Well, Dad said that when he read your letter, it made him cry. It meant a lot to him and I have hardly ever seen your Dad cry. After he read your letter, he called to ask if he could come over to talk. Whatever you said really made a difference to your Dad.”

    A few days later, my Dad was back; this time to stay. We never talked about the letter, my Dad and I. I guess I always figured that it was something that was a secret between us.

    My parents went on to be married a total of 36 years before my Dad’s early death at the age of 53 cut short their lives together. In the last 16 years of my parents’ marriage, I along with all those who knew my Mom and Dad, witnessed one of the truly “great” marriages. Their love grew stronger every day and my heart swelled with pride as I saw them grow closer together...

    When Mom and Dad received the news from the doctor that his heart was deteriorating rapidly, they took it hand in hand, side by side, all the way.

    After Dad’s death we had the most unpleasant task of going through his things. I have never liked this task and opted to run errands so I did not have to be there while most of the things were divided and boxed up. When I got back from my errand, my brother said “Kristi, Mom said to give this to you. She said you would know what it meant.” As I looked down into his outstretched hand it was then that I knew the impact of my letter that day so long ago. In my brothers hand was my picture that I gave my Dad (My unsentimental Dad, who never let his emotions get the best of him) that day he left. My Dad, who almost never outwardly showed his love for me, had kept the one thing that meant so much to him and to me.

    I sat down and the tears began to flow. Tears that I thought had dried up from the grief of his death, but that had now found new life as I realized what I meant to him. Mom told me that Dad kept both the picture and that letter his whole life.

    I have a box in my home that I call the “Dad” box. In it are so many things that remind me of my Dad. I pull that picture out every once and awhile and remember. I remember a promise that was made many years ago between a young man and his bride on their wedding day. And I remember the unspoken promise that was made between a father and his daughter...

    A promise kept.


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Kristi resides in Wisconsin with her husband Michael and their two sons, Caleb (5) and Connor (2). Kristi has been writing stories about her life since she was a little girl, and loves to share about her relationship with God Straight From the Heart!

 
Title: "A Note, Many Tears, and A Promise Kept"
Author: Kristi Powers
Publication Date: August 17, 2000

 

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