There was the generous side of Dad, a side I didn’t fully appreciate until his funeral. My parents were never wealthy, and certainly for the last 25 years of Dad’s life he lived from job to job. But he was a giving man, sharing what he had.
More than one person approached us with stories such as our close friends “the Vickers”. Years ago, Mr. Vicker had a heart attack and couldn’t work. Dad walked into their house, handed Mrs. Vicker $200 (in 1970s dollars) to hold the family over. He walked out without saying a word. Mrs. Vicker told this story to our eldest son, Lee, at my dad’s funeral, and during the eulogy, Lee told this story about his Grandpa Lee.
(Lee is my step-son, I pointed out to my Dad how handy it was I acquired a grandchild named “Lee” right off the bat!) Dad was thrilled!
The pastor-friend who had performed Mom’s funeral told us a comforting story about Dad. Like the Good Samaritan in the Bible, Dad paid attention to “beggars”. Every time Dad spotted a person with a “Need Food” or “Help Me” on the side of the road he would pull over. “If your Dad had a nickel in his pocket, he would give the needy person his last nickel.”
Dad had told me a story about a time he was working in Duluth, Minnesota. He met a woman who couldn’t afford to buy groceries for her children. Dad was quite a friendly guy; apparently, he didn’t frighten her because she gave him her address. He bought groceries and milk for her kids and dropped them off at her house.
How Many More?
How many more of these stories could be told about Dad? How many people benefited from this kind, generous man? We do not know the whole story on this side of Heaven.
His story is all the sadder knowing Lewy stole his mind and body.
But there is joy in knowing he is with his Lord, Jesus Christ. My niece sang this song during the funeral.
What if – as the song says:
“What if The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise.”
It has taken me nearly seven years to write this blog. In my final blog I will reflect on our father-daughter relationship, and how I’ve come to view my Dad.