Surprisingly, the news today of Andy Griffith's death is hitting me harder than I thought.
Years ago, as a child, I watched him on TV play Sheriff Andy Taylor of the fictional community of Mayberry, North Carolina. I believe I have seen every episode at least twice . . . maybe dozens of times.
No doubt the DVD tribute of the shows will cost big bucks. Better get a copy now!
Truth be told . . . I believe I actually consider his Sheriff Andy Taylor character to have been a mentor. Father figures on TV were a part of my childhood. A sheriff who never wore a gun. A loving Dad who was not mentally ill like my dad was. A man who treated his family, friends, neighors and strangers with love and respect. What's not to like? And what's not to respect . . . even in a fictional character?
As a child I wished that Sheriff Andy Taylor had been my dad. Perhaps what I really wanted was to have lived in Mayberry itself . . . where values, good neighbors and friends could always help you through the problems of life . . . a place where bad guys didn't stay long because Andy either arrested them or sent them packing off somewhere else.
I enjoyed his "Matloch" series as well . . . and I liked to listen to him sing and play guitar. He was a multi-talented musician.
There are numerous tributes to him on the internet today . . . already 10 times more than there were this morning.
This is my little tribute . . . to a guy I wished had been my dad.
As I have written before . . . I am now the age where my mentors and heroes are passing from the world at a faster rate than I would like to acknowledge.
Sad, but yet a part of life that eveyone must one day experience. Harvesting value from the intersection of their lives with mine is how I help share their legacy.
Yet, God's grace still amazes me . . . ><>