During the funeral ceremony the following day, a space was left open for people to share thoughts and memories of Dad. After all seven children spoke, a few others came to the front to speak, and I was touched by what my sister(in-law)'s dad shared. He spoke about meeting Pete and, because of Pete's intelligence and overall fine respectability (way to go, trickster!), his assumption that Dad was a wealthy, accomplished man. Then he came to visit my parents for the first time, in their little, yellow house in which they raised seven children, while forgoing luxuries for greater things. Poof! It was obvious that Dad's lifestyle wasn't that of a wealthy man. Sarah's dad, who through talent, hard work, and God's hand, has become a wealthy and accomplished man, looked at us and ended his reflection with the simple statements, "Gary was a rich man. I'm jealous."
When I was a college senior, stuck in Houghton student-teaching while many of my friends adventured abroad, I wrote John a letter in which I shared an epiphany. That day, the teacher with whom I was paired had told me that the Latin root "com" meant "with/together" and "fort" meant "strength." I was struck straight to the heart. Comfort. Com:fort. I had always viewed comfort as an act of consolation when in truth comfort is an act of strengthening someone.
It was a great comfort to stand shoulder to shoulder in shared grief and laughter with some of the people I most admire, to gain strength from them and to strengthen them, together. I am honored to be one of the seven Johnson kids, and I am proud of the good people they've married, with whom I also stand shoulder to shoulder.
*Thanks to Mrs. Doak for these pictures from her phone.
This post is so poignant yet so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of that storybook that I can't read without crying I Love You, Forever.
But real.
Praying for more comfort heaped upon & underneath you all.
ReplyDeleteLove.
Thank you.
ReplyDeletei LOVE your family. SO much!!
ReplyDeletePraying for you all as you navigate the same, Rachel! Thanks for the love. :)
ReplyDeleteI love this story of your father. I love that he knew what was truly worthwhile. I can only hope I prioritise that which is important.
ReplyDeleteWe also are known as numbers. As there are five girls no one can keep us straight, so I am simply 'number one'. Of course now I am the one who lives far away.....sigh...
Boo to living far away. :( That must be tough at times, especially as I imagine a family of five girls would be quite close.
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