One of my very prized possessions is the crucifix that belonged to my dad. It hung in my parent's bedroom for as long as I can remember. After Dad passed away and Mom moved into town I am sure Mom didn't hang that crucifix in her bedroom. Mom wasn't a Catholic and like most Protestants I know she didn't care for things like a crucifix. Somewhere in there she asked me if I wanted it. I did.
I hang that crucifix out by my kitchen/ dining room. I like to see it when I come and go and I like for visitors to my house to see it. It reminds me of my faith. It reminds me that my life has meaning and purpose. It reminds me of love. My father's love and Christ's love. So much love.
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