Hindrances To A Merry Christmas #1 – Grieving

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This series came about quite by accident on our part, but we’re certain it was planned by God all along. Every year there are thousands of people who dread the Christmas season. It is a heightened time for many emotional challenges. We would like to address a few of them in our posts this week. We are calling this series, “Hindrances to a Merry Christmas!”

#1 Grieving

Yesterday would have been my dad’s 89th birthday. He’s been gone for nearly 8 years, yet I miss him now as much as I did when my grief was at it’s worst.  This post also is our 800th post, and I could think of no better way to honor my dad than to give him this post on this day. It’s like a “toll-free” call to Heaven telling him I love and miss him.

Recently we had the privilege to read the eulogy another blogging friend wrote for his dad’s funeral.

Tor Constantino writes The Daily ReTort blog. He loves the Lord, and it shows in how he writes, but this eulogy is in our opinion the best of the BEST. He paints his parent’s marriage in a light worth emulating. But we must warn you, you will need a tissue – maybe the whole box! The testimony of this dear couple who loved each other until death parted them both, will hopefully inspire you in your own marriage this Christmas season.

Thank you, Tor, for sharing this guest post with us today:

Today is the fifth anniversary of my dad’s death. He was sitting in his garden, with his newish puppy nearby and a pocketful of dog snacks near one of the Finger Lakes in western New York where he lived. At the time, my siblings and I all lived within 30 minutes of him.

That day, I was in New York City attending some focus group sessions for work – when I received a frantic cell phone call from my brother. He was driving to dad’s house to take him out to dinner. Matt found my dad keeled over out of his chair. He started administering CPR to dad while his wife dialed 911.

After the call, I immediately left the focus groups to catch an earlier flight. When I got to the airport and was getting ready to board the plane, Matt called again to say that dad had died.

It was incredibly surreal to hang up the phone and listen to the ongoing hustle and bustle of everyone else’s lives continuing, while mine had come to a screeching halt at that moment. When I arrived back in Rochester, my four siblings and I began the process of mourning and planning – things like internment, funeral arrangements and obituary writing.

They were necessary boxes that needed to be checked. One of the tasks that had to be done was his eulogy.  It was agreed that I would deliver the eulogy to honor and memorialize my dad.

Below are the words that I shared at his funeral – I share them here to possibly help someone who may be going through a similar experience.

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It feels surreal and unnatural to lose both parents within such a brief span of time – little more than two years.

I went to church and sat next to my father this past Sunday and did not expect a phone call the next day saying he was gone.

I did not expect that my parents would not live to see any of their 12 grandchildren get married. I did not expect that they would not live to see their great-grand babies. And I certainly did not expect that they would not live to see the age of 65.

Up until this past Monday when he passed, I did not expect anything less than another 15 or 25 good years to share with him.

But the thing I expected least of all was the deep peace of mind and spirit that I have knowing that he’s reunited with my mother.

Ever since she passed away in 2004, he had not been happy. My sisters, brother and I tried to spend a lot more time with him. Our respective families took him out to meals, coffees, worked around his house, took him on walks and drives around the lake to improve his spirits – to little avail.

At one point, I was so frustrated with his listlessness that I selfishly and angrily confronted him to “snap out of it” and get on with his life. Questioning him whether or not his surviving family members and extended family were enough?

He quietly replied that he deeply loved each and every one of us. But he shared that all the extra attention and effort we applied to him, was bitter sweet because Gwen (my mother) wasn’t there to share it with him.

He quietly shared further that no matter how much we loved on him and spent time with him – each of us ultimately had to leave him to return to our own families and homes each day. It seems that our daily departures from him unintentionally sharpened the painful void of my mother’s memory.

That was an unexpected insight into grief for me. Without minimizing it, such a loss is somewhat akin to a painter losing their sight; a musician losing their hearing or a chef their sense of taste.

Everything they love to do and experience in life is affected and changed, because their point of contact that helped define each moment was no longer there. My mother was that point of contact for my father.

My dad loved us five kids and deeply loved his grandkids – but I now know that he was sad that he could no longer share those moments with my mom.

Trust me as I tell you, I miss them both – but as I said, I did not expect the peace I now have in their absence knowing they’re together.

Some kids get from their dads a love for baseball and can quote player statistics all day long. Some develop a love for hunting and fishing that lasts a lifetime. Still others develop a passion for cars and working along side their father restoring a classic engine.

While my dad never had a passion for baseball, hunting or cars – there is a passion that he had that transferred to me and that was a passion for the word of God and an eternal faith in Christ.

Everyday I’m grateful for that gift of faith my father imparted to me, especially on a day like today.

Earlier this week, my wife came across an email from a woman who attends our church and at the end of the email there was a quote that I’d like to share, it reads:

The true measure of a man’s wealth is what he has invested in eternity.”

That quote has lingered with me, because it was a standard that my dad could measure up to. Anybody who truly knew my dad would agree that by that eternal standard – he was one of the wealthiest men they knew, and that’s evidenced by the overwhelming number of us here today to honor his memory.

My dad was always ready to listen, pray and offer words of wisdom through the scriptures to anyone who sought him out.

During calling hours last evening, I can’t tell you how many people – some were family friends, others were complete strangers – who came through the receiving line telling me, that my dad was a “father-figure” to them when they did not have one; or the incredible role and impact that he had on their lives; or how his faith and family had been an inspiration to them.

“The true measure of a man’s wealth is what he has invested in eternity.”

Having said all that – after losing both parents so close together with decades of life still ahead of them both – it’s easy to point an accusing finger to heaven and claim that such a loss is unfair and is a cruel cosmic joke.

The knee jerk reaction is to demand an answer from God to the question – Why????

  • Why are they both gone?
  • Why should I go on without them?
  • Why did this loving couple of such demonstrated faith have to die so young?
  • Why our parents?  

All of those “why” questions and many others came flooding into my mind when I heard that my dad died – because I loved him as much as I loved my mother.

Interestingly, those questions about “why” it happened, reminded me of a passage I read in a book titled A Grief Observed.

After my mom passed, I shared the book with my dad. It’s written by C.S. Lewis – an avowed atheist who became one of the greatest Christian writers and theologians of the 20th Century.

Lewis wrote the book shortly after the death of his wife, Joy Davidson, to cancer. To be honest, I don’t know if my dad ever read the book I gave him – but I’d like to read a bit of it to you about the “why” questions we all experience when we lose a loved one:

When I lay these [why] questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of ‘No answer.’ It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He (God) shook His head – not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, ‘Peace, child; you don’t understand.’

Can a mortal ask questions which Gods finds unanswerable? Yes, because all nonsense questions are unanswerable. Questions such as, ‘Is yellow square or round? Or ‘How many hours are in a mile?’ – have no answers. Probably half the questions we ask – half of our great theological and metaphysical problems – are nonsensical questions.

What that passage suggests is that all of our “why” questions about tragedy are the wrong types of questions to ask.

After last night’s calling hours – considering the hundreds, possibly thousands of lives my parents positively touched – I was thinking about what are the correct or right-type of questions I should ask. Questions that are not nonsensical to God and that He wants to answer for me regarding the death of my parents.

After the long line of people from last night’s calling hours who shared story-after-story about my dad’s positive impact on their lives – there was one question that came to my heart, “HOW can I be more like my father?”

And the answer from God came to my heart as quick as the question,  “The true measure of a person’s wealth is what they invest in eternity.”

Despite the pain, the loss, the grief – I had an answer from heaven that brought me true inner peace. I had an answer and direction, that I’m to continue in this life and my faith until I’ve reached its end and finished well – just as my father did.

I will continue to purse the true eternal inheritance of dad and seek to have a positive impact on those lives I happen to touch – just as my father did and continues to, even in his death.

Having answered the question of “why” and why there’s a better question to ask when faced with tragedy, I ask if you’re rich in the truth, wealthy in faith and fully invested in eternity? On the other side of death’s veil, will you know that you finished well?

Allowing your life to become the answers to those questions, is worthy of life and ensures a life of worth.

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4 Responses to Hindrances To A Merry Christmas #1 – Grieving

  1. Anonymous says:

    So beautiful! Thanks for sharing.

    “The true measure of a person’s wealth is what they invest in eternity.”

    I pray that I’m able to live a life worthy of His call.

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  2. Sharon O says:

    This was an incredible writing about a man’s dad. What really matters in life is what we leave behind as in our legacy… How will they remember us and did we make a lasting effect on them.
    A journey for us all at some point in time.

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  3. torcon1 says:

    Debi, thanks so much for sharing this with your readers – I’m humbled and honored by your kindness.

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