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 deathAs your cells choke on their own waste,An oxygen mask and morphine dripDeliver the life’s breath we all take for grantedTo think just passing a month agoWe thought you were fineAs like our sinful rebellion this disease ravaged your membersSlowly destroying all that tenuously sustained youI 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 actionAnd then I was.Diapers changed, a stomach filled,a trust formed, lasting longer than memoryToddler 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 essenceFor 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 dogLike 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 allTime flies by, and so do music lessons, games, festivals, tryouts and auditionsMy journey became my own, and yet I could feel your pride and supportMy 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 receivedI love to ride with you behind the wheel.With Chicago and Cetera as sound track, you and I together conquer life’s journeysWe go to practices, performancesAcross the country, through both space and time, we rideA semester’s break’s visitA new girl to meetI beam with pride as we share a meal and you two hit it offI am amazed at the love you show herMore precious to me than life itself,you treat her like a daughterSacrificial love for her is second nature to you.On a Christmas Eve, you travel to a half dozen storesTo find just the right remedy to ease the painAs she carried your granddaughter inside herAnd then we saw love multipliedSo much now I can understand and relate toSo 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 rideAnd yet, Lord Jesus this much I know is true…I know that before time beganYou knew how hard today would beAnd so your love overspilled into actionAnd you redeemed a people for yourselfThat all those who call on your name shall be savedI know that you are a father to the fatherlessI know that your heart is close to those who suffer,To the widow and the orphanI know that you bind up the brokenheartedAnd that you stick closer than a brotherI know that you have conquered deathand in you the grave has no stingI know that Dad is seated in the heavenly placesAnd that he knows the surpassing riches of Your graceIn kindness towards usI know that he will be changed in a moment,in the twinkling of an eye,To a new body, incorruptible, to reign with Christ foreverI know that now his days (if there is such a thing)Are spent forever singing“Holy, Holy, HolyIs the Lord God almighty,Who was, and is, and is to come”I know that even now as we shed tears at his passingThat God almighty is wiping all the tears from his eyesAnd death and mourning and crying and painNo longer have meaningI know that you have made him new!That in his face is reflected your glory,Brighter than a thousand sunsI know that he is occupying the place you prepared for himFrom 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.