He left last Tuesday as autumn leaves took flight.
We surrounded him under the shadow of the unseen One.
Some reach this destination accompanied by doom and regret.
We did not.
The swift arc of time brought us to this moment of understanding and consequence.
His breath growing shallow…
Eyes opened and unblinking…
“Daddy you can go now.
We love you.
You’re weary and we’ll be OK.”
His eyes closed as he took a breath. (Just one)
He closed his mouth
And just like that, he was gone.
And with him a thousand sorrows and joys
With him, ten thousand songs
With him, decades of untold moments and mysteries
With him, all the fight and force of 83 years.
In this room, there was reconciliation and there were words finally spoken
Fear, resolve, destiny, theology, thanksgiving, purpose, forgiveness, sorrow and mysterious bliss.
All these words were stuffed in that small room and a few short moments
It was palpable… sacred.
Some words remained unspoken.
Words that I knew must wait for better days.
Yes, we knew this giving and taking Savior and we worshiped.
And we knew this man in all his aspects encompassed in that glorious final breath.
He left us all that peaceful afternoon
Today, I only speak to him in fragmented dreams
for he has gone into the shadows of eternity
through the gates of unknown lands.