Memories drift across my mind and I hear my father’s voice in an exchange that often
came as I prepared to leave his home: “Thank you”, I would say. “Did you enjoy
yourself?” he would question. “Yes!” I would reply. Then he would say, “That’s all that
matters.” I realize now that this meant that all the planning, the work, the expense; it
was all worth it to him if we had enjoyed our visit and his provision.
Time has passed since those visits, by that flash of memory still questions me: Am I
enjoying life? Am I grateful for all that has been provided for my life?