Standing in the parking lot ready to enter the funeral home for my grandpa Hamilton’s funeral, my dad squatted down and gave my brother and I a stern “talking to.” He warned us that there would be no crying and carrying on from his kids. He would have none of that. If we cried, we would be taken to the car. It was one of the worst examples of parenting by today’s standards and at the same time he was passing on some of the best of his life’s lessons. I have filed it along with his other words of wisdom: “Never let them see you sweat” and “let it roll off you, like water off a ducks back.”
My dad was a tough Marine and there would be no crying in the ranks. I was not sure I could make it through my dad’s memorial without crying, but I did. My eyes may have watered up a time or two, but no tears. It was truly the celebration of his life and what a joy and privilege to lead the celebration. Many cautioned me against trying to officiate or speak at his memorial, but it felt like something I needed to do. I am glad I listened to that inner voice. It was a gift to my family and it also gave me the opportunity to integrate my life as a pastor and preacher with the girl from Radnor.
Thank you Dad, for lessons on being strong in the face of emotionally difficult circumstances.
Thank you God, for the voice of calling and ears to hear.
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