After a particularly warm September and October we are finally into autumn weather…why do we talk about the weather so much? Wierd – don’t you think.
Yesterday would have been Dad’s 87th birthday. I wondered for a bit what he might be like? And then I thought about what he is like – in heaven! I really have a belief that we are all we could have been, might have been on earth without sin. In other words – our best self. So rather than wish Dad to be here I was thinking how wonderful for him to be there!
Today we celebrate David Luginbuhl’s life. Another man of faith who had an influence on many.
Fifteen years ago around 6 am our Dad went to be with Jesus. It was a quiet moment, some tears but really a great deal of thankfulness. Thankfulness for a peaceful passing, for sparing him pain, for releasing him into Jesus’ arms, for a life well lived, for our having a great Dad who loved us all.
I never get to this date without thinking about that day and the joy I have within my heart when I think about who my Dad was. I was a blessed kid – a blessed adult to have had such a wonderful godly gentleman for my Dad.
It is good to reflect upon all that and listen – if you will to this…
It was early in the morning – I think around 6:30 on October 20, 2012 that Mom, Cath and I walked out of the hospital in St. Catharines Ontario having bid farewell and watched as Dad took his last breath and walked on into Glory. It was a peaceful passing without any anguish – or it seemed that way to me. The only anguish, of course, was in our hearts knowing that this man whom we loved so much was gone from our presence. No more long conversations, no more laughing around the table, no more telephone calls to talk through tough stuff. No more.
I remember having however, this sense of deep peace that we would be okay, and Dad was okay. The days following were filled with the busyness of a funeral and cards and letters flowed in with so many wonderful sentiments that there was almost a joy to it. The kind words and comments flowed over us like a healing balm. I felt so grateful and blessed for having had such a wonderful Dad.
I’ve kept a good memory of that early morning – the days after were a bit more blurred – but the deep sense that Dad was okay, we would be okay, and God’s grace was flowing into our lives was undeniable. Tears flowed, as they should, but God’s people loved us and God’s peace filled us,
“This is the day the Lord has made I will rejoice and be glad in it.”
A few thoughts about us as a family and our interests.