Continuing my
reflections through the alphabet in memory of my Dad. It’s been more than a week
since my last post in this series. With just two essays left, I’ve been
dragging my pen a bit, perhaps because finishing this project brings another
connection to my Dad to a close. We don’t always embrace endings so well, do
we? Perhaps that is one of the benefits and lessons of this alphabet memory
project--to give me a vehicle for letting go in a thoughtful, incremental way. I do
think it would please my Dad to know his memory is honored via the completed
project. And so I lift my pen and begin this penultimate essay.
[You can follow the entire series beginning
here.]
T – THANKFUL. How
comforting it was to hear Dad say numerous times in his final weeks that he had
lived such a rich, full life, that God had blessed him so much. My parents made
it a point to be thankful in tangible, meaningful ways. Just today, as I was
unpacking the last boxes from our move I came across several more letters from
Mom. In her usual way, she writes for both of them and says, “Thank you” for
several things. Besides being thankful to family and other people, my parents
directed thanks to the Source of all blessings. They did this by living a life
of reverent joy, serving others, and giving back from their bounty. Mom often
said, “You can’t out give God!” and Dad would just smile, as he knew that to be
so true.
Thank you, Lord, that
my Dad set an example of being truly thankful by what he said and did. Help me
to carry on in his footsteps and live every day with a thankful heart.
Celebrating Dad's 70th Birthday in Florida. |
U – UNIQUE. Blind
conformity was not something you’d associate with my Dad. Neither was
rebellion. Rather, he was just unique, accepting of who he was, not afraid to
be different or to be himself, never one to follow the crowd. I thought of this
on July 4th when we were at a nearby fireworks in the park. It
started to rain, and my husband commented how folks were like lemmings. A few
people immediately got up and left and soon the majority if not most were
heading for their cars. We waited a few minutes, and sure enough, the rain let
up and it was only a sprinkle here and there for the rest of the show.
Part of that ability to celebrate uniqueness was rooted in
Dad’s concept of character and truth. Years of sitting behind the wheel of a
semi while driving hundreds of miles down long highways gave him ample time to
think things through. That by-product of his career, the penchant to mull things
over, paved the way for him to remain true to his convictions, a unique voice
sometimes in a sea of conformity.
Thank you, Lord, that
Dad displayed courage in being the unique person you created him to be. Thank
you that this legacy is seen today in his children and grandchildren. May each
one couple their embrace of their uniqueness with the harness of truth and
godliness.
V – VIRTUOUS. Virtuous is defined as being pure; having high moral
values. To be virtuous is to have a very good character. How glad I am that my
Dad is not remembered as a scoundrel, derelict, buffoon, traitor, drunkard, or
any other of a number of disparaging nouns. High moral values girded all his
dealings, public and private. This has sent ripples down through the succeeding
generations, whether through an embrace of the same values, or a pricked
conscience where those moral values have been disregarded on occasion. It takes
discipline, energy, thoughtfulness, perseverance, and desire to live a virtuous
life. I know my Dad was not perfectly virtuous, but the over-arching, normal
trajectory of his thought and actions was one of virtue. Can there be any
greater legacy or inheritance than this from one’s parent?
Thank you, Lord, that
Dad lived a virtuous life, one worth imitating, one that benefited and served others, and one that brings honor to the Christian
faith and to the God he professed to know and love.
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MUSIC LINKS
Simple Gifts - Yo-Yo Ma and Alison Krause
The Lamb – John Taverner
The Promise of Living -
from The Tender Land set to beautiful
farmland photography.
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