Blest be the tie that binds.
Our hearts in Christian love;
The fellowship of kindred minds.
Is like to that above.
Before our Father’s throne,
We pour our ardent prayers;
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one,
Our comforts, and our cares.
We share our mutual woes,
Our mutual burdens bear;
And often for each other flows
The sympathizing tear.
When we asunder part,
It gives us inward pain;
But we shall still be joined heart,
And hope to meet again.
I think some of you will know exactly what I mean when I say that my heart is sorrowfully heavy and full of joy–all at the same time.
I lost my 91 year-old father this week. I’m sad that our family doesn’t have pictures of the times I remember most from my childhood…my dad in our garage, fixing the brakes of my bike so I could ride to the pool – or dad pulling our boat around for the hundredth time to try to get me up on skis, or of him hitting the throttle and telling me when to pull the plug as we drained our boat, or of him directing me and my sisters to help put up our tent on a hot afternoon when we were NOT happy campers AT ALL. Memories are precious.
In these last 13 months, while he struggled with his health, my sisters and I got to see Dad again–the witty, silly, playful side of him. He was an endearing man who softened the hearts of his caregivers and doctors when they figured out he was messing with them.
I am full of joy and forever grateful that not only did my dad have faith, he asked, “Where am I?” and answered peacefully, “Heaven” as he passed. Few of us get such confirmation at the end of our loved one’s life. When I start to focus on the doubts and questions of what could have been, I remember that incredible “God Wink” given to us at Dad’s death.
This is supposed to be a blog about quilting and there are so many analogies I could make that use quilt themes to describe family and loved ones and friendships. Instead, I’ll leave a few pictures of the man I called dad. And thank you, friends, for allowing me to share with you.