Well, after a long hiatus, here I am with another post.  I never intended for this blog to a “regular” thing, but I guess I never thought it would be THIS irregular.  As much as I like the idea of regularly expressing my thoughts about things, it just seems that life has a way of getting in the way.

This has been especially true in the past 5 weeks, where we went from finding out my Dad had stage IV colon cancer to, finally, burying him this past Tuesday.  The truth is, it was almost a certainty that my Dad would die soon after we got the diagnosis, and so I really started mourning his loss from that time.  This journey has had an unexpected character, which maybe I will dwell on in future post(s), but for now, I’ve had a few requests to post what I have written for my Dad and read at his memorial.

You have about you now the accouterments of death
As your cells choke on their own waste,
An oxygen mask and morphine drip
Deliver the life’s breath we all take for granted
 
To think just passing a month ago
We thought you were fine
As like our sinful rebellion this disease ravaged your members
Slowly destroying all that tenuously sustained you
 
I know that our time together on this plane is drawing to a close,
And so, I remember…
 
In the image of your Father, your love o’erspilled and became action
And then I was.
 
Diapers changed, a stomach filled,
a trust formed, lasting longer than memory
 
Toddler tears shed over an everyday absence,
a day’s labor spent for my benefit,
and yet, a day apart from you was a day apart from myself, my essence
 
For the love of the game, we sat and took it all in,
The crack of the bat, the smell of the grass, the taste of the hot dog
Like your father before you, we basked, for the love of the game.
 
For the love of the game, we sweated, and toiled and bled,
Batting cages, and fielding drills;
Lessons learned, like discipline and commitment,
Like sacrifice for the team; a win for one is a win for all
 
Time flies by, and so do music lessons, games, festivals, tryouts and auditions
My journey became my own, and yet I could feel your pride and support
My failures and disappointments never seemed to phase you,
From you I learn that true love is not something based on condition or performance,
but a gift freely given and received
 
I love to ride with you behind the wheel.
With Chicago and Cetera as sound track, you and I together conquer life’s journeys
We go to practices, performances
Across the country, through both space and time, we ride
 
A semester’s break’s visit
A new girl to meet
I beam with pride as we share a meal and you two hit it off
 
I am amazed at the love you show her
More precious to me than life itself,
you treat her like a daughter
 
Sacrificial love for her is second nature to you.
On a Christmas Eve, you travel to a half dozen stores
To find just the right remedy to ease the pain
As she carried your granddaughter inside her
 
And then we saw love multiplied
So much now I can understand and relate to
So much joy in a single moment together,
Is this how you felt?
 
And so, it’s hard to imagine life’s journey without you.
 
The pastor says our earthly parents are like training wheels pointing to God,
but this is one two-wheeled bike I’d rather not ride
 
And yet, Lord Jesus this much I know is true…
 
I know that before time began
You knew how hard today would be
And so your love overspilled into action
And you redeemed a people for yourself
That all those who call on your name shall be saved
 
I know that you are a father to the fatherless
 
I know that your heart is close to those who suffer,
To the widow and the orphan
 
I know that you bind up the brokenhearted
And that you stick closer than a brother
 
I know that you have conquered death
and in you the grave has no sting
 
I know that Dad is seated in the heavenly places
And that he knows the surpassing riches of Your grace
In kindness towards us
 
I know that he will be changed in a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye,
To a new body, incorruptible, to reign with Christ forever
 
I know that now his days (if there is such a thing)
Are spent forever singing
“Holy, Holy, Holy
Is the Lord God almighty,
Who was, and is, and is to come”
 
I know that even now as we shed tears at his passing
That God almighty is wiping all the tears from his eyes
And death and mourning and crying and pain
No longer have meaning
 
I know that you have made him new!
That in his face is reflected your glory,
Brighter than a thousand suns
 
I know that he is occupying the place you prepared for him
From all eternity, from all time,
And that if I can wait just a little longer,
I will see Dad again, and together we will sing your praises.

Written on March 21st, 2014 , Faith, Life

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    Ellen greenman commented

    Dear Travis , Sarah, and family. I am so sorry to hear of the passing of your dad. What you wrote was beautiful. Always keep a copy with you to read again and feel the connection with him. Love , Ellen

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    March 21, 2014 at 5:11 pm
    Jayne Peters commented

    Thanks for sharing this Travis. I was hoping to have a copy so I can reread enjoy your speech. I can see Craig smiling with pride at you. The memorial service was a wonderful tribute to your dad.

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    March 21, 2014 at 7:56 pm
    Donna Castele commented

    Travis, this is an amazing and touching tribute to your dad. I am sure that all of us with aging parents can relate to your words, as we either experience or contemplate the loss of our parents’ presence here on this earth with us. Thank God for the “blessed hope” we have in redemption through Christ – you have said it so well, and I thank you for sharing your heart here.

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    March 22, 2014 at 4:28 pm
    D.Cook commented

    Travis – Your remembrance of your father is a truly beautiful tribute to an obviously great man. He is clearly someone from whom you have drawn much of your own character. We share in your loss and lift up your family before the throne. We also rejoice in the heavenly home that now gives your dad eternal residence and joy. Hope to see you and Sarah soon.

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    March 23, 2014 at 11:15 pm

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