This is a repost from a few months after my dad passed in 2010. I traveled down this road again today with our friends Chris and Michele. Michele’s dad left to be with the Lord last week. We celebrated his life today. My prayers go out to Hoyt Brown’s family. May God comfort them in their time of need. All we really have in this life is our Father and the ones He’s placed in our lives… May we travel this road with honor. God bless you my friends.
My Dad passed from this physical world to the spiritual world May 7th of this year. God blessed me with an earthly father who, “ran the good race, and fought the good fight.”
I could write a book about the character traits that make up a good man based on my Dad’s life. In fact… I did.
My first manuscript is titled, “The Common Threads Of Greatness.” I penned it in 09′ finishing the last of it in August, the last August of my Dad’s life. We didn’t know it was his last summer.
I’m not sure if God inspired me to write it based on the lessons taught to me from my earthly father, about my Heavenly Father. Whatever it was, it honors both my Heavenly Father and my earthly father, and I’m honored my Dad got to read it this side of heaven.
We talked of things written in my manuscript while he was battling his short bout with brain cancer. He spoke of the wisdom in my book as if it were a revelation to him. It wasn’t, but he was proud of me.
My Dad lived his life far above and beyond the folly that my life in my early years were marked by. His life was marked by selflessness, mine selfishness. His life of self-control contrasted mine by the lack there of.
One of my favorite stories Jesus told was, “The Prodigal Son.” My Dad reminds me of the dad in that story. In the story, I would be the example of the selfish son, who by his actions disrespected and dishonored my Dad and family. My Dad like the dad in the story never judged. He knew like the wise dad in Jesus’ story that I would need to learn life lessons the hard way.
Like the dad in the famous story, my Dad waited patiently and looked for me off in the distance, coming back to the light. It was my Dad who welcomed me back to wisdom.
When I reflect my life and conversations with my Dad I will forever remember how he always addressed me. He called me Son… That word, Son… In his voice it spoke love to me. The tone in his voice was forgiving, nurturing and accepting. It was my name to him. I never heard the words uttered by him to me, and didn’t feel his love. Even when he was trying to correct me or instill wisdom, it was patient and it was kind.
I’m honored to be his son. He was a simple man of simple faith. That faith in God that directed the paths of his life. I thank God for the example He set before me in my life.
The amazing thing I’ve learned about truly great people in life is this; The great ones never tell you they’re great. Their lives are marked with humility. Their actions speak volumes. Sometimes us foolish people miss it even with it right in our face. I didn’t miss it this time. I got to see it over my lifetime.
I thank God for my Dad. I wish I could have seen him a little longer…
I wish I could have talked with him a little more…
I wish I was a little more like my Dad…
I’ll carry my love for my Dad with me in this soul cage until I see him again on the other side…
I miss my Dad……