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Don’t Forget to Remember



Daddy’s birthday was last week and I’m not gonna fake it– it was incredibly hard for me.

If you’ve lost a loved one, maybe you can relate.

Momma and I decided it best to spend the day doing things Daddy would’ve wanted to do, which means we ate a big steak and an even bigger chocolate cake. We spent time together, laughed, sang Happy Birthday and cried a little. Truly a bittersweet blend of hope and hurt.

Honestly, I didn’t expect it to be as hard as it was, but as the day ticked along my heart echoed some familiar words:

“Do this in remembrance of me.”

I usually reserve those words for The Lord’s Supper, but as we baked a chocolate cake I heard, “Do THIS in remembrance of me…”

As we ate steak and told stories to the kids I heard, “Do THIS in remembrance of me…”

As I attempted to answer my preschooler’s questions about heaven I heard, “Do THIS in remembrance of me…”

And once again, I Got It.

Jesus knew His disciples had some tough days ahead. Days of sorrow and confusion. Days of anger and regret. Days when a tangible reminder of Him would be the sweetest blessing.

Surely breaking the bread and sipping the wine became a sort of healing for them. A time to gather together specifically to remember their beloved Friend and Lord. A way to reconnect with Him and recount His many teachings and miracles. Maybe even to remember funny stories and good times shared around a camp fire.

Yes, Jesus wanted them to remember Him, His words, and His love, but not just for their own comfort.

He wanted them to pass it on.

Spending the day talking about Daddy, remembering his love and life was certainly comforting for me, but as we celebrated him I realized how important my remembering is for others.

In my opinion, Daddy was The Best. At Everything. The way he loved God and others, his generosity, work ethic and drive… I desperately want my kids to remember just how amazing a man he was. I want them to have his example to follow, use his standard as a guide. I want them to hear so many stories and see so many pictures they feel like he’s still around.

My daughter may remember some things because she had 8 years with him, but my son is only three. How much will he remember? My brother and his wife haven’t had children yet; the only way they will know him is through us.

Yes, I really get it now. I understand why Jesus said Remember.

I grasp the urgency the disciples felt to share The Good News. I feel their passion for others to know The Most Amazing Man Ever to Walk the Earth.

I understand how telling of Jesus’ life, death and resurrection became their life’s mission. Why they preached and wrote letters to spread the word. Why some died trying.

They knew The Truth in human form. They physically saw Him in action– healing, walking on water, raising the dead. They witnessed Victory in all its forms and they were changed. Never the same. And they wanted that for others. For us.

I am SO glad they didn’t forget to remember.

Since Daddy moved to heaven, there are so many things I want to remember and say. Things I want to write and share with the world. Not because Daddy was perfect but because he taught me so much. I want his legacy to live on, his life to continue impacting others for good.

So if I talk about Jesus and Daddy a lot, this is why. They’ve both changed my life.

And if you’re ever around Momma or me, never hesitate to mention his name or share a memory. Those of us who grieve are delighted that you remember our loved ones, too! It actually hurts more when you avoid the topic or pretend nothing has happened.

Same goes for Jesus, especially now during the Resurrection season. Don’t be afraid to speak His Name, tell His tales or share His love. Nothing hurts Him more than when we forget to remember.

So glad I get that now.


P.S. Great thanks to our friend Heather for making that awesome cowboy cake! So kind of you to celebrate with Jake and Callie since they couldn’t be with us. Momma and I thank you for remembering.❤️

“Then Jesus and the others arrived, and at the proper time all sat down together at the table; and He said, ‘I have looked forward to this hour with deep longing, anxious to eat this Passover meal with you before my suffering begins. For I tell you now that I won’t eat it again until what it represents has occurred in the Kingdom of God.’

Then He took a glass of wine, and when He had given thanks for it, He said, ‘Take this and share it among yourselves. For I will not drink wine again until the Kingdom of God has come.’

Then He took a loaf of bread; and when He had thanked God for it, He broke it apart and gave it to them, saying, ‘This is my body, given for you. Eat it in remembrance of me.’

After supper He gave them another glass of wine, saying, ‘This wine is the token of God’s new agreement to save you—an agreement sealed with the blood I shall pour out to purchase back your souls.'”~ Luke 22:14-20



Happy Birthday, To You…



Today we are celebrating!

Daddy may be in heaven, but he is still loved and treasured and adored here on earth. Always will be. It’s how his legacy will live on.

He would be 61 years young today.

I want to share Momma’s thoughts on this day. How she is able to find joy on the toughest of days amazes me. It’s proof “the joy of the Lord” really can be our strength if we let it.

Today Momma writes…

Our family has a tradition for birthdays– you are king or queen for the day. You call the shots, from what we eat to where we go, what we do. And most importantly, you control the remote. It’s fun seeing the reactions to what is chosen.

Today, our family will celebrate Doug’s birthday.

He was the greatest man who ever lived, in my opinion. He was kind, gentle, wise and strong; a velvet hammer, so to speak. He was jovial but knew when to be tough. He always chose to see the best in people even when things didn’t go his way. I could count on one hand people he didn’t like, but even then I would have to really think of who it could be.

He was a storyteller. It didn’t matter who you were, your status in life or whether he knew you or not. He had a story to share and he had a way of making you want to hear it!

He didn’t idolize people, never put anyone on a pedestal. I remember him saying, “They put their pants on same as me, one leg at a time.” He didn’t care who you were, he’d walk right up to you if he had something to say.

He also got things done, never idle. He knew the value of hard work and believed nothing is ever handed to you. He could do just about anything or fix anything. It might not be perfect but he would figure it out, one way or another.
In the 42 years we were together I never heard the words “I can’t” come out of his mouth. Wait, I take that back. “I can’t carry a tune in a bucket” was his reply to singing.

But to me hearing him sing Amazing Grace was beautiful.

Most importantly, he loved God and he loved his family unconditionally. He said it and he showed it. He spoiled all of us to a fault, even his cattle.

So today we will celebrate by eating a big steak and chocolate cake in honor of our Patriarch. He would probably watch golf or Lonesome Dove, oy vey…

We look forward to that day when we are reunited. You will forever be in our hearts. We will always love you, Douglas Allen Cole!


And to that, I say Amen. 


“The good people who live honest lives will be a blessing to their children.” ~Proverbs 20:7 (NCV)