It's been at least 15 years since I last attended church. Today, though, I knew that the little church which my father built and where my mother was minister would be vacant, and so I directed my daily run there and played a few hymns on the piano by myself. It was by no means a religious experience, but there was a nice sentimentality to it. I ended with "God Be With You', an old hymn with which my father often ended his services. The words of the hymns do not resonate with me, but the melodies and harmonies do. Then I ran back home. My belief has been gone for a long time, but the reminders of my parents were nice, though bittersweet.
Charles Kettering said, “you can’t have a better tomorrow if you are thinking about yesterday all the time." I believe nostalgia proves nothing beneficial for the betterment of life. There is sadness of missing the dear ones and not having them nearby, but as Proust said, "nostalgia of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were."
You don't have to agree or believe the same to appreciate such things. Although I'm agnostic, I visit any church or other religious building to appreciate the beauty of it.
Your dad was a wonderful example of what a human should try to be. I was fascinated with his interest in history which led to the recreation of Stone Henge in his yard and the ancient Egyptian items he collected.You may recall we used him for our marriage ceremony and that was because he was an enlightened person who lived his beliefs in the religion he practiced with love and kindness, never a trace of hatred or superiority toward anyone else. If all religious people were like him there might not be a need for this group?