A Regular Folk
I am not a weaver of words. Some people are able to write with such eloquence and beauty using just the right words to give you a picture of what is it they are saying. I admire their ability to connect and their talent. They speak to us.
I am a “regular” writer that writes “regular” words in a “regular” way. Nothing fancy. I am pretty much a straight shooter - usually to the point and I just tell it like it is. I am just a regular folk.
Today I am tired – drained. It’s hard for me to even get my thoughts down on paper. It’s been a weekend filled with love and sadness. I mourn the loss of a regular folk.
This man was just a regular man. He was a husband. He was a father. He was a hard worker. He was regular folk. He was like many of us “ordinary” people. And every day “ordinary” people leave this world – regular folks. But to the people that loved them, they were so much more than just regular folks.
We cannot overlook the significance of regular folk. After all it is "regular" folks that make the world go round. “Regular” folk have strands that reach out everywhere. In many ways they are the heart of mankind. These “regular” folk are the ones who really know you and care for you. They are just “regular” but they can have a major impact on a life. Where would we be without the presence of regular folk?
For children, “regular” folk are extremely important. Children need the consistency of regular people interested in their well being. They need the guidance and security of regular people. It is often the regular folk who make a difference in the lives of children. Children don’t need love from the rich and famous. They need love from the people around them, regular folks.
When I was a child I was raised among regular folk. So this ordinary man that raised me and loved me – is now no longer ordinary. He is among all those saints in heaven. No more pain, no more hurt, no more sadness – just love and glory. He is with the One who came as an ordinary baby and walked this earth as an ordinary man. God knew what he was doing when he sent Jesus as regular folk.
To my earthly father – I once more say, “I love you.” And I say, “Thank you for being my dad.” “Thank you, daddy, for being regular folk with flaws and imperfections. I know you were concerned about your “mistakes”. I know your heart, and I thank you for helping me to be a regular folk.”
To my heavenly father – I thank you for the gift of family. Thank you for regular folk who love and care for children. Thank you for my extraordinary sister, who cared for my father the last few years. Thank you for the love that is shared between my brother and sisters that are left here on earth.
Dad – I know you have been reunited with our loving mom. You see once again my brother, my two sisters, and one of your grandchildren. You are in the arms of our Lord & Savior and surrounded by those who were once regular folks.
Your regular and imperfect daughter, BEcky