This Fathers’ Day, I have resolved not to just mourn his passing, but to rejoice in the eternal life he shares with all who bask in the Light of the Holy Spirit.
He has passed from sight, but not from mind. The commandment of the Lord to honor him is all the more binding on my thoughts, words and deeds now that he enjoys a life eternal.
Around from all the neighboring towns
The grieving family ran,
And cursed the fickle sickness that
Had felled so good a man.
His loss, they said, was sore and sad
Tears welled in every eye;
He was a spouse; a friend; a ‘Dad’,
“Not fair” that he should die.
But solace comes to those whos’ sight,
Discerns what Grace implied:
This man lives on in Gods’ sweet Light,
The Sin it was that died.
“and behold, the heavens were opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending as a dove” –Matthew 3:16,
“For this slight momentary affliction is preparing us for an eternal weight of glory beyond all measure, because we look not at what can be seen but at what cannot be seen; for what can be seen is temporary, but what cannot be seen is eternal.” –2 Corinthians 4:13—-5:1
Today is hittin’ me more like Fathers’ Day than Memorial Day. It’s been 3 (or 4?) years since he left. Marine. Left his three sons the pick of their choosing among the gun collection, balance sold for Mom.
Think I’m gonna drive down there today before work. He never saw action, was seventeen when he had his Mom sign her permission for him to enlist in August of ’45. No ‘hero’ in the classic sense, but the Spirit was there. I never doubted until I was old enough to do the math that he must have been a hero. Never talked to him about any feelings of guilt (or relief) he may have experienced in not seeing action.
He was an expert in the Browning Automatic Rifle (B.A.R.) and an MP. He was all of 5’6″ and 145 pounds when he enlisted. He worked 42 years of swing-shifts at the steel mill. He loved dogs and they loved him. He was my Dad.
My dad never saw action, but I am one of a select group who can state with complete veracity that their father is buried next to a guy named “Patton“.
Just that deserves a visit today.