The day started much as any other, as I headed to work under a bright blue sky. I found my place and dived into the piles of work that had accumulated over the weekend. It didn't feel like I was making much progress as more and more things were added to the stack. I sighed rather wearily.
About mid-morning an elderly couple walked in the front door. I greeted them and asked, as I do, who they were looking for and what was their name. My ears perked as I heard the name "Schrag"! "Oh!" I said brightly, "that's a good name. I'm a Schrag, too!" Now their interest was piqued. "Are you Dan's daughter?" the man asked, "I'm his cousin!"
They moved on to do the business for which they had come to Sturdi-Bilt as I sat there smiling and musing to myself. I really must talk to them some more, I thought. I stepped outside for some fresh air and just as I was coming in the side door, they were exiting the front. I ran after them waving my arms.
The next 15 minutes were quite delightful as Cousin Mervin told me family history. He was Uncle Pete's boy, one of 11 children, and they grew up a half mile from Dad's boyhood home. He recalled pleasant memories of working with Dad and said more than once how kind and gentle he was. I somehow felt refreshed as I headed back to work.
Musing about it later, I thought, What a gift! For you see, today, would have been Dad's 99th birthday! It felt like a little bit of him came back to comfort me. Thank you, Jesus!
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