Overalls in Heaven
by Amannda M
(Springfield, Missouri, USA)
Early this morning, when I started my car to go to work, my dashboard crudely reported that one of my tires was low. I was unsure if it was typical seasonal pressure changes, or if there was a nail stuck in my tire (which has happened on countless occasions).
Despite being a 42-year-old full grown adult, I called my Dad…for help. Less than two hours later, my sweet Dad showed up at my office parking lot, with his trusty (and rusty) old air compressor, and filled each of my tires, obviously including the one that was reading low. Only he ran out of air in the compressor, so we drove to the nearest gas station, where he continued to fill each tire and be certain they were all reading properly.
As I stood and watched this man that has come to my rescue infinite times since he held me in his arms as an innocent baby years ago, air up my tires, I happened to notice he was wearing overalls. Thinking nothing of it at the time, I later saw a picture my Mom had posted, on Facebook, of my Grandfather (my Dad’s Dad) that passed away when I was a child.
The one memory I have of my Grandpa Maphies involves him wearing overalls. It could be that the treasured photo hanging on the wall of my bedroom, of me as a young girl, being held by Grandma and Grandpa Maphies (with Grandpa clearly wearing overalls) is the memory which I hold close to my heart. Whether it is the photo, or my childhood memory, I always associate men in overalls with my Grandpa Maphies. Hard-working country men that prefer to be outdoors and get their hands dirty doing what they love and helping others out of tough situations.
Today happens to be my Grandpa Maphies’ Birthday. I cannot help but feel that I received the blessed gift of my Dad showing up to help me for the second time this week. Coincidence that my Dad was wearing overalls, as my childhood memory of my Grandpa automatically conjures? No, I do not believe in coincidences. I believe this was a divinely inspired message from my Grandpa, to both my Dad and me.
My Dad is a chip off the old block, as some would say, of his own Father. I know Grandpa Maphies must daily look down from heaven and nod his fatherly approval at not only his firstborn (my Dad), but his three other children, Aunt Christy, Aunt Sherrie, and Uncle Larry…as they are all pretty outstanding folks.
Today, we remember a great man. A man that wore overalls and that helped others every chance he got. A man that was seemingly taken from us far too soon. But I look at his great legacy, and I am quite sure he accomplished more in his short life than most do when given double that time.
Happy Birthday, Grandpa Maphies. Someday, I will hug you…the way I did as a child. I wonder if Heaven has overalls?