Mr. Sick

  Before I lived abroad, before I had a daughter, before I was a pastor’s wife, before I was married, before I lived on a kibbutz in Israel, I worked as a nurse–for many years–in Colorado and then Texas. I graduated from Porter Memorial Hospital in Denver, so many years ago I don’t care to remember…

Fading Fingerprints

  In my recent post, “The Last Gift,” I wrote about the last present that Dad gave me on Thanksgiving Day. It was practical, a plastic toothpick holder filled with toothpicks. This morning the thought occurred to me that Dad’s fingerprints, literally, are still on that gift. If I had the powder that the police use…

I Love Being Home

  A shadow fell across our lives this year with the unexpected death of Wayne’s dad just before Christmas. The days have been bittersweet, remembering Papa and dealing with his absence. He was such a strong, quiet man. His influence steadied each of us. Now we are leaning into each other more, leaning into God more. …

Profound Sadness

  The days are passing quickly since we buried Dad. There has been much to do with the season, with work, with keeping the house going. Our daughter leaves for Cyprus in less than a week. She is in a bustle preparing for six months abroad. I have been awake since 4 AM, sitting in…

Still Sweeping

After Dad’s death, we are still “sweeping up the heart and putting love away.” Wayne and Scott have spent a few days with Mom putting things in order financially, logistically. There is so much to do. Mom says her hardest times are in the morning when she first awakes. She prays and cries and cries…

Burn Rubber!

Yesterday was the funeral. It was a sweet memorial to a wonderful life. We ended the day in Bartlett, Texas, with a graveside service, and we lingered while they put the casket into the vault, sealed it, and lowered it in the earth. We stood around as a family and watched them lower Dad into…

haiku: no sting in death

  I have been awake since 3 AM–way too early to arise. But arise I did, reluctantly. I need more sleep for the very long day we will have today. There will be physical and emotional strain in saying good-bye, in seeing many people, in the journey to Bartlett and back. I need more sleep……

Stopping for Death

  The American culture shines in crisis–think about the firemen laying their lives down for hundreds and hundreds in the Twin Towers in NYC at 9/11. Think about the effort that has been expended in saving the one child who has slipped into a well–the hours of strategy and effort for the rescue of one precious life. We shine at the time of…

‘Sweeping up the Heart’

We spent the day at mom’s going over the particulars of the funeral. We told more stories, very funny ones, about Dad and his great sense of humor. We remembered his steadfastness and strength. Everyone had a wonderful memory to share. Today was a day of being near family and dealing with details. There is…

I’ll Be Seeing You

Dad’s funeral will be held this Wednesday, December 19th at 10:30 AM at Gateway Church in Southlake. The graveside service will be held in Barlett, TX, at 4 PM My daughter wrote this on her blog shortly after her Papa passed away. I thought you would enjoy a glimpse of her journey in dealing with her…