Father's Day – Isaiah Jacobs

Charcot-Marie-Tooth: Happy Father’s Day

“Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
praise him with the harp and lyre,
praise him with timbrel and dancing,
praise him with the strings and pipe,”
– Psalm 150:3-4

This Father’s Day, my father has been on my mind quite a bit. Granted, when he was living, I celebrated the day with him and did other things, too. But this year, I miss him quite a bit.

One factor in my life that may have triggered memories is that I listen to classical music more these days than I have in recent years. While he blessed my life in so many ways, he was known for his love of music and often had it playing around the house.

In my young adult years, I began a hobby of collecting classical music on compact discs. Dad and I used to go to Tower Records together and shop for new recordings or ones we didn’t have in our collections. He always found a few, and I found more than that. Then, we talk about what we bought and, sometimes, why we did.

Little did he know, or maybe he did, that sharing his love of classical music would be of invaluable help to me in my battle of living with Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT). I cannot count how many times I have had classical music playing, whether on radio or compact disc, and nowadays streaming, and I have found relief. I remember a few times when the pain and stresses of the disease were considerably bothering me, and I’d hear a Mozart Piano Concerto, which seemed to melt those issues away. Or, a piece by Handel from the Baroque period would do the same.

Recently, my music system had issues playing my music. The company did a poor job updating the app used to stream or play compact discs. I wasn’t happy. I was frustrated, to say the least, because I couldn’t play music wherever I wanted. I have two portable speakers that allow me to play music outside wherever I am. This time of year, I enjoy playing music while working in my garden or reading on my deck at day’s end. The problem was corrected, but it confirmed what I knew: I love my music.

As I play music and do chores around the house, I think of my father. He would be doing the same thing- listening to music.

My father taught me the most important things in life: God, the Bible, Jesus, and the church. He took us to church every Sunday morning and night, Wednesday night, revival services and special events. Doing those things doesn’t make you a Christian, nor do they guarantee that you will go to heaven when you die. You must accept Jesus Christ as your Savior to go to heaven.

As he lived, he taught me about being a Christian by being a living example, the enjoyment of classical music, and so many other things that I cannot even begin to list. I miss him today, probably more than usual. But, that’s okay, as I wouldn’t bring him back from heaven for any reason. Occasionally, I enjoy the thought that he is finally leading the choir of his dreams- a heavenly choir where there are no parts or instruments missing. It’s all to the glory of God.

May you have a blessed Father’s Day. Hug yours. Call him.

Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Father’s Day! I hope you are enjoying time with your father or someone who has been like a father to you in your life.

I created the special “Father’s Day” graphic to remember my father this Father’s Day! One of his favorite events to attend was the Washington D.C. Auto Show held at the Washington D.C. Convention Center every January. It was three levels of nothing but new cars, pickup trucks, SUVs, mini-SUVs, and the like.

As a young boy, Dad would take us every year to the show when it was held between Christmas and New Year’s Day. Along with that was a trip to McDonald’s and a hobby shop to look for train models.

As I grew older, our trip changed as it was moved to the end of January. The hobby shop had closed years ago, and my interests had changed too. I would take the day off from work and go every year with my father to the new car show. After the car show, we would head to Tower Records, which had the best classical music CD selection anywhere. We always came home with our arms loaded with information on new cars and, of course, new CDs to add to our collections and listen to while going through the new car material… again.

As a man with Charcot-Marie-Tooth (CMT), those trips were challenging and often very painful on my feet. And, I would always end the day in lots of pain, never failed. However, I never told my father that. I’m guessing he had an idea, but we never really discussed it. I didn’t want him to know because the day always meant something special to him.

While we were never able to toss the football together or do some of the sports activities like other fathers and sons did. However, we went to car shows, went on steam locomotive rides, enjoyed hot rod car shows, and did many other activities like those instead.

As I’ve gotten older, getting around suburban areas like Washington, D.C., has become more difficult, and the pain has increased. When the Car Show commercial comes on TV each January, I think how nice it would be to go again with my father.

I miss Dad. While I have thought about going to the Car Show with someone else, it is a matter of distance now that I’ve moved to the country. And, it really would not be the same without Dad.

May you have a blessed “Father’s Day!”

Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Father’s Day to all the father’s in this awesome universe. Whether you are the father of your own children, a step-father, or a man who steps into that role for a child or two. Since I am a dog and cat lover at heart, always like to wish the animal father’s a “Happy Father’s Day” too.

My father passed away seven years ago now. I miss him and think of him often so I find myself glad that I spent time enjoying his company throughout our lives together. As society seems to make fathers to be less important than they really are, I like to think of the many teachings and gifts my father gave me as a child.

A teaching I will always cherish and be forever grateful for is my father taught me about God, Christianity, and the Bible. He made sure we knew about God, and took us to church every Sunday, Wednesday night, and revival services. He made sure my brother and I knew about heaven and the choice we had to make before we died. And, that we don’t know when death will come so we shouldn’t put it off. The choice? Where we want to spend eternity. It’s our choice. God will not force His Will on us so we decide. What would it be, heaven or hell? As a Christian, I am thankful for God’s Love for me and grateful my father showed me the way.

An indirect gift from my father was his love for music. He liked to joke that I was born during the playing of Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture but I never figured out how he had music playing while I was being born. Anyway, he played a lot of classical music, church music, and Southern Gospel, especially Bill Gaither, around the house. Over the years, I have gotten to where I love my classical music playing whenever I am working or reading. I enjoy church music and Southern Gospel music and usually play it when doing my gardening, household chores, or cleaning my studio. Also, for me, music is a good retreat from the chaos of life. I have found that when I stress if I turn on some classical music, my body will often relax.

There are many memories of my father that I could write about for many pages of text. I hope you have an awesome day with your father. If you aren’t able to get together with your father, be sure to give him a call to him know you love him. If you aren’t speaking to your father for whatever reason, whoever’s fault it is, get over it and give him a call. Life is too short not to share the love with your father. For those, like me, whose father has gone to heaven with Jesus, reflect on the good memories of your father as the day goes on. Maybe you know someone whose children live across the country and cannot get together with them. Why not take them to lunch?

Happy Father’s Day. May you have a blessed day!