My friend who I have known since birth, lost her daddy last week. He would have been 81 years old later this year. He and my daddy were the same age, although dad’s birthday was in early January. They met each other at tech school and then worked together and became good friends. Their wives were both pregnant with their first babies and became good friends as well.
My friend was born 2 weeks before me. We became good friends as well. And we would each have a couple more siblings, and she had many cousins that we got to know also. We were either at her house or my house or at the park or lake. We were inseparable it seemed. Until about the 5th grade when her dad got a different job and they moved about an hour and a half away. We would still spend time together during the summer or breaks.
We moved out to the country and didn’t have electricity in the hot summer, and they came by to visit. They invited us to come and stay with them until we got power. So, mom and us kids went to stay with them for a while. They were there for us when mom and dad separated and divorced. And then they came when dad was dying. He died when he was 40.
During these times, they were always supportive. Her dad was kind, gentle and caring.
During high school and early college days, I remember going and spending some time with my friend at her house and her dad would always ask how I was doing and have a conversation with me. As we got older, there were weddings and we each attended each other’s, and her parents were there. As adults, we would get together sometimes, her whole family with my whole family as my mom and sister would be in town from out of state. They would try to come if they could.
Over the years, we haven’t seen each other as often, however, when we did sometimes her parent would be there also. And it was a treat and comfort. As I look back over the years, I see that her dad was like a great big shumard oak tree, strong and secure and constant. He loved Jesus. It was evident in his kindness and gentleness. It was evident in his conversations. And he loved to sing.
When I learned of his passing into the arms of Jesus, I envisioned my own dad being one of the first ones to meet him at the pearly gates and welcoming him in. They would have had a big hug and then they would have a conversation about their kids and how proud they were of them.
And I have no doubt that Jesus, welcomed him in and said, “Well done, my good and faithful friend!”
I am grateful to have known this man of God, and know his influence and legacy will live on in all his kids and grandkids. Rest in peace, Bob! You will be missed.
With Love,
Dawn