As for me, I am already being poured out as a libation, and the time of my departure has come. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. – 2 Timothy 4:6-7 NRSV
When my family arrived a few moments before Dad’s visitation, prior to his service of death and resurrection on October 9, this flower arrangement was immediately to the right of Dad’s casket. The card said, “Prayers for you. From your Beacon Clergy family.” The florist calls this bouquet a “Warm Smile.” And that it did, as the colorful flowers filled the space with joy and light.
Dad had often reflected on how he had outlived his parents, faced an ongoing battle with cancer, and struggled through multiple other ailments for the past few years. A fall on Easter Sunday served as a turning point, and fortunately, Dad was surrounded by caring medical professionals for the past 6 months as he continued his earthly journey, facing new chapters along the way. Dad’s faithful pastor, Rev. Neal Jones, supported and visited often, offering a holy friend to listen to the challenges Dad was enduring in this ever-changing season of life.
I have often shared Paul’s words to Timothy with others, whether it be at the bedside of a loved one, over the phone during Covid, or from the pulpit as a scripture lesson before a congregation. How different these words sound to me now when I place Dad’s name among them: Dad fought the good fight, Dad finished the race, Dad kept the faith.
Indeed Dad did, right to the end of his earthly life. No doubt, the lump in my throat captures me at unsuspecting moments, reminding of the grief I am still healthily working through, knowing full well, the presence of the Lord is always near. Just as it was in the “Warm Smile” serving as a sentry next to Dad’s casket.
Thanks be to God for all the ways so many good folks have continued to help my family endure this ending, while we all rejoice in a day of eternal new beginnings for Dad.
Blessings,
David
