He'd wake at 430 a.m. every morning and have breakfast. He'd walk the family dog Muttly. He'd leave for the office at 530. He'd return home at 430p.m. to have dinner with the family. He'd walk the family dog. From 6-7 p.m. he'd sit in his chair and read the Bible. From 8-10 he'd go to the neighborhood pizza parlor and shoot pool. At 10:30 p.m. sleep.
I could set my watch by my father and there was something comforting about seeing him every night reading the bible, even though I'm not what I'd call an overly religious person. When my mother sent me the Bible I was so happy. It's like having my father still in my house, and because he was raised in the south, it's one of those great family history things. I can open to the front and see every marriage, every birth listed for 150 years.
The book mark when he died(they have these really cool bookmarks in the Catholic church, little gold paperclips with circle pictures of the saints on top) was on 1 Corinthian 12: when the perfect comes the partial will pass away. It's been 16 years since his death and I've never moved the bookmark.
Instead I wrote a book series, with that passage of the Bible and my father in mind: the Deverell Series. The first book When the Perfect Comes will be released in October.
And to this day that Bible sits on my desk. I like to remember my father. He was a happy and kind man.