[ Note: I started this post back in June. On Friday, of last week, Stephnie and I traveled back up to Philly for a family wedding, my nephew Scott (youngest son of my sister Mary and husband Eric) married his beautiful bride Alexandra. Saturday was spent eating and visiting with all of my brothers and one of my sisters and all of their wives or soon to be wives. Stories, eating, laughter, more stories, more memories, more eating, more laughter, more stories–it was wonderful. The wedding was on Sunday afternoon and evening. More stories, more pictures, more laughter this time with my youngest sister and her husband included in the mix. Saturday night I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and finished this post with a reflection on my parents legacy. ]
Mom and Dad loom large in the family memory. Dad was larger than life and mom was quietly powerful in ways that most people never recognize. She was a care-giver, a servant of others, a mother to seven, a grandmother to 26, the end of life care-taker of her mother and father, of my grandmother and great aunt and finally, of my father, as leukemia drained his life away after 50 years of marriage. She was a rock.
This past week I have been staying with one of my brothers (I have four) and his wife, visiting with friends in my old haunts in Southeast Pennsylvania. Traveling the roads that I was so familiar with through the first 18 years of life when I lived under the roof of two parents who loved well, has been a pleasant trip down memory lane and a boon to my soul.
“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long in the land that the Lord your God is giving you.”
Exodus 20:12, ESV