Remembering Daddy singing.

When I talked to Beccy tonight, the thing she said she missed most while we were in Denver is remembering Granddaddy.  She wasn't there while my siblings and I wrote down some of our memories of my Dad.  I guess the thing I miss the most is my Dad's singing.  I have missed it ever since he went to live in Kansas.  When we would go on trips, my Dad would start singing while he was driving and pretty soon we would all forget the stress and bickering that would start out the trips and my Mom would join him in singing.  The real vacation began as they sang going down the road wherever we went.  When we camped, we would sing together around the campfire.  Daddy used to sing around the house as he worked.  I miss that a lot.  These last few years he didn't sing, and I guess he didn't have much to sing about.  His world had become circumscribed to his house in Kansas and an occasional jaunt to the doctor or a restaurant.  That's why we wanted Beccy to sing one of the songs we remember at the graveside service.  Music was a big part of our family's life and we wanted that to be there at the end.  It is said that God inhabits the praises of His people, and I remember my Dad praising God as he sang throughout my life.  I hope our family will honor his memory by continuing to praise God as we sing wherever we are.