Not Pity, but Understanding
Not pity, but understanding
Not sympathy, but caring
Not a rescue, but a hand to hold
I don’t seek to remove my sorrow, but for a friend to walk beside me
Not prolonging the struggle in a sin-sick world, but freedom from pain
Not lingering, but remembering
Of happy times, there have been many
Of family love, shared laughter, table games
Of piggyback rides, hiking, and singing
So much singing
Punny jokes with no end
Groans and missed punch lines
Twinkling eyes and toothpicks
Guitar picks and old farm stories
Never claiming perfection; always jolly
His imperfection endearing
And prayers from the heart.
I don’t seek pity, but understanding.
Understanding that the world has been richer because of my dad,
And ’twill be an empty corner of our world when his cheerful smile fades away.
“I will wipe away all tears…”
Come soon, Lord Jesus. Come soon.
Til then, do not pity me, but rather yourself, if you have never known such a man.
And if you have? Cherish every memory, spread a smile, tell a joke. Love with your whole heart. Hold no grudges.
And then you will understand how my father lived. Lives yet, but not for long.
Not pity, but understanding.
My favorite picture of Mom and Dad