I have sat through Memorial services of good friends recently. Each of those who were
honored, just happened to be the husband and the father of the family. I listened intently
as those left behind, with heartbreak and sadness shared. With memories flooding their
souls, they spoke of important and sometimes seemingly insignificant details they
longed to have us all know. One learns a lot about people at Memorial services. As
I sat in the audience, listening to the ones left behind, speaking, I came to a few of
my own conclusions. Here are a few I came to;
~As a parent, all the trials and the errors that make up the
parenting role, and all the times one worries that they
failed in aspects of that role...will not be those things that are
shared. No, "Love" remembers not those things. "Love" remembers
the good in those who went away.
"Love" remembers the strengths, the moments, the lessons learned,
the reassurances, the encouragements, all the life lessons...
"Love" remembers when everyone else walked out, the one who
I heard about the leadership these men bestowed, the examples they
provided, and the lessons they taught. Two of the adult children that
spoke at the one service, laughed as they shared how their dad
believed in hard work, and how chores were a big part of their Saturday
And, the gift of "time" given was paramount to all the memories shared. Not one of
those who spoke, mentioned the material gifts that were bestowed on them as
being important aspects of their dads. No that was not even mentioned.
I was reminded that kindness really does matter. That lessons are learned. That everyone
needs to feel cared for, and know that they are so important to you. That words you
speak will linger, as the one man was remembered for the words "Keep up the good
work" that he spoke when saying his goodbyes to people. A simple statement that
left a lasting impression.
My conclusions to all I've heard, reminds me of a quote I read recently;
"These guys who fear becoming fathers don't understand that fathering is not
something that perfect men do, but something that perfects the man. The end
product of child raising is not the child but the parent." ~Frank Pittman, M.D.
As Father's Day rapidly approaches, I share these pictures of the loved
men in my family. Deep gratitude fills my heart, with every thought of
these dear guys, and the children they have been blessed with.
The ones that they lead, they instruct, they give of their time to.
I pray that they are reminded on a daily basis, the importance they play in their roles...
...in my family and in every family everywhere!
I close with the words from the chorus of a song I heard years ago,
about what our worlds needs,
titled " A Few Good Men" by the Gaither Vocal Band;
"Men full of Compassion, who Laugh and Love and Cry-
Men who face Eternity and aren't afraid to die-
Men who'll fight for Freedom and Honor once again-
He just needs a Few Good Men."
Today I am thankful for my "few good men"!
I am also grateful for all the guys in my life, whether they are fathers
or not, they do play a big role in the lives of those around them.
Thanks for stopping by.