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My earthly father was brilliant physicist and a Godly man. He had a lot of challenges and a lot of flaws, but he also had a fierce faith. He believed that one day science would prove the existence of God. My father taught me a lot about randomness and chaos, about math and probability theory, about the synchronicity of the universe. My father used to say, perception is not reality, time is not linear, and “you know not what you think you know.”
He introduced me to Einstein, to Bertrand Russell, to Thomas Aquinas, to Michelangelo. Never mind how old I was, my father knew where I’d been, what I’d seen, and what was to come. He never worried about how much I could understand or what my intellectual limitations were. He also introduced me to classical music, to Bach and Mozart…and to Woody Guthrie and Johnny Cash. My father loved art and beauty, what he called the higher selves of men.
My father loved to mess with people’s heads, too. He was really good at it. Someone would ask him, “How do you know God’s not dead?” and he’d snap back, “how do you know you’re not?” I once spent nearly 3 weeks wondering if I were dead and didn’t know it. Yep, that was my father. He loved to challenge people to think outside the box.
Those of you who read this blog may recall that I was taken from my father in a messy custody battle when I was 3 years old. It took me nearly a decade to find him again. All those formative years were lost to us. My father spent every dime he had on lawyers and private detectives, trying to find me. He never gave up, he never stopped trying. He wrote me letters everyday, letters I never got. When I pushing 12, I found one of those letters and quite literally escaped the world of cults and communes, and went to live with my father. We spent two blessed years together, before the family court system stepped in and separated us again, and I was sent back to my mother.
If there is any thing my father would want people to know it is that, God is real…. and Fathers are such an
incredibly important part of the equation. Life really is like an equation and if you don’t get all the parts right, your answers will be wrong. Fathers have such a significant impact on our lives, our communities, our identities, that even in their absence, they are felt. Perhaps they are felt even more in their absence. We now know from research that the absence of fathers can have a tragic impact on entire communities in ways we are only beginning to understand.
I reunited with my father for the second time when I was in my late teens. We wrote letters and spoke on the phone nearly everyday. I went to visit him, he came to visit us. He had the chance to get to know his grandchildren, to share pictures and stories and memories. He never stopped trying to teach me about the world. (Not the world he’d say, the entire universe. Stop trying to shrink your world, he’d say.)
My father taught me so much about integrity and about the honor of men. A week before he passed away he called me up for a long and urgent conversation. “Listen to me, there isn’t much time,” he said. (I inquired as to his health. It was good, he had just come from the doctor.) “Listen to me,” he said, “I want you to understand something. Everything that happened between your mother an I, it was my fault. I take full responsibility.” And he proceeded to tell me the whole story, every tiny sin he had committed, every choice he had made that he thought was wrong. With such humility, such grace, such honor, he took it all upon himself. He wanted me to completely forgive my mother, not for her sake, but for mine. Parents are such an important part of our identity and he didn’t want my identity tainted by unforgiveness. “Honor your mother and father,” he said, “Not for their sake, but for yours.” “It doesn’t say honor your good mother and father,” he said. “There is no fine print in that commandment.”
I have my sweet father, I have. I forgive my mother, in fact she lives with us now. Some days I have to forgive her 70 times 70 and then start all over, but I do it. I honor both my parents daily. Am I not my father’s daughter?
My father passed away after having eaten a dozen chocolate chip cookies for supper. My father never had much use for biology, for blood sugar levels, for the importance of health. He would quite happily forget to eat while working his equations like a mad scientist engrossed in his task. I always think of the movie “Michael”, when I think of my father’s passing. He died from eating chocolate chip cookies, but he knew, he knew his death was coming, and he prepared me for it.
We buried my father in simple linen, much like Jesus was buried. He would have liked that. We buried him in simple linen, but we placed him in a well known cemetery, surrounded by famous people and works of art.
About a month after my father passed away, I was haunted by him. I’d wake up in a cold sweat, in a full blown anxiety attack, and hear my father’s voice saying, “we were deceived, there is no after life!” My husband would wake up and say, “I think I smell your father’s cologne?” It started to get a bit spooky. Night after night, I was tormented. I am ashamed to say it took me nearly three weeks to become irritated with the nightly interruptions and to finally speak into the darkness, “if there is no afterlife, then you cannot be real!”
I swear, I heard my father chuckle. He always did like messing with my head.
This is repost I wrote back in May. Happy Father’s Day, Dad. You are more precious to me then you will ever know.
Paul said:
Happy Father’s Day. Great Post/
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deanjbaker said:
really well said
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VocareMentor said:
I loved reading about your father. Excellent Tribute! Thank you for this post.
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whatamberloves.com said:
May I leave this <a href=photos with my daddy is what it’s really all about right here, so I can always find it? ~Amber
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whatamberloves.com said:
Love
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Mike said:
Reblogged this on makeaneffort and commented:
What greater insult to God could there be than to not ask ‘Why?’
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Mike said:
Great Post IB. It should be read in conjunction with your Mothers Day post. Genuinely beautiful.
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miguelgalaz said:
That was a great tribute. Thank you for sharing the story with us 🙂
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Lani said:
This brings tears to my eyes! What a beautiful tribute to your Dad – I look forward to meeting him someday.
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xPraetorius said:
Just a wonderful tribute! I hope my children speak as well of me when I’m gone!
Best,
— x
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jacqui said:
What a beautiful piece of writing about your father! I have just discovered for definite my true father who was an irish tinker but it was an abusive relationship. …… “It doesn’t say honor your good mother and father,” he said I really liked this thought from your father …. how true is this! Thank you so much for sharing this just beautiful!
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to comment. 😉
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sailordale said:
Very beautiful and moving story! My daughter is 10, and I always pray for the wisdom to raise her right, & be a good, Godly Father for her! I thank God for her everyday, and I prayed for her for years before she was born. God gave my wife & I 3 sons first, then finally the daughter I had been praying for all those years…..
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thank you for your comment and for sharing your love for your daughter, too. I love how you had been praying for her for years and how you now thank God for her. Very sweet words that mean the whole world to us.
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ColorStorm said:
His good name was intact when he fell asleep.
Never saw this post. Beautiful rendering, and love the weaving between father and daughter.
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chosenrebel said:
Thank you. My own daughter was abducted from me when she was one and I didn’t meet her again until she was 19. The loss is , … unspeakable. She was raised on lies and doesn’t know what to do with a father who believes. Your story and the gospel give me hope. One day …
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thank you for your comment. I’m so sorry for your loss. It really is unspeakable. There is always hope however, and faith.
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Kate Minter said:
Jeez, where are the tissues!
And this: “Honor your mother and father,” he said, “Not for their sake, but for yours.” “It doesn’t say honor your good mother and father,” he said. “There is no fine print in that commandment.”
Wow.
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Wally Fry said:
Oh IB, what a story you tell. I’m so glad you got to tell a better ending to the story than the way it could have ended. How cool that you got to reunite with him later in life. And how even better that he was a man of God and that he shared that with you. Just cool and more cool. Thanks for posting that very personal story.
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thanks for reading, Wally. God is really faithful, He can bring healing and restoration, even in the most challenging situations. It doesn’t always feel like it at the time, but one of the blessings of getting older is that you become more able to look back and see His hands at work in your life.
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Rick Wilcox said:
My dear friend (all I know of you I know from here),
You and I just click back and forth and even in that limited universe your heart blesses mine. As a dad of two daughters and two just as precious granddaughters (ok, maybe a little more so) I can assure you that your dad is just around the corner, rooting for you. You will see him again.
Lot’s of love to you sweet girl.
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insanitybytes22 said:
Ah, thank you for your kind words, they are much appreciated. You are always a great blessing to read and sure to bring a smile even on the cloudiest of days.
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secretangel said:
Well, you have again brought tears to my eyes. What an awesome tribute to your father. He sounds like he walked in a dimension that many did not experience with blessings that could only have come from God. The enemy comes to kill, steal, and destroy and it seems that he attacked your family, possibly for the calling on your lives. Your dad’s grace and humility are a testament to his walk with the Lord. Your childhood was so traumatic but you were blessed to have an earthly father like you had. May God pour out His blessings upon you!!
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thank you for taking the time to read and for your kind words.
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secretangel said:
Your story is so very touching. May God bless you exceedingly and abundantly!!
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Jim Christian said:
You’re a good kid, “Insanity”. You tome reminds me of me and my daughter. Her Ma declared not haaaaapy and we divorced when she was two. I was able to stay close by and raised her from birth, really. Good times, best of my life, raising her up. Many of the moments you mention with your Dad remind me of us. She thinks I’m a wise guy, I KNOW she’s a wise guy. And she married right out of college with her science degree making scads of dough with various ideas and pursuits. My contribution, my work of art, given to the world.
And so too, are you, care of YOUR Dad. Sorry you lost him so soon. Good luck, Kiddo.
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"A" dad said:
Hey Memi! I just noticed on “that other blog”, that you mentioned you have your own blog!
I am looking forward to learning more from you and about you in your own, more quiet context.
You show a lot of patience for trolls “over there”!
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thank you for stopping by and for your kind words. 🙂
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gmgoetz said:
Taking the time to read through your previous blogs requires many deep breaths, that may stop the tears since I am too lazy to go for tissues. Seriously, two points really stuck out here that are so significant. When your Dad mentioned that you Honour your Mother and Father for your sake, not their’s. Powerful. The second is the fact that your Mom is now living with you. That is Christlike. Your Dad, and the Spirit of Christ taught you well. Beyond that, you learned and acted on it, since many times we can hear, and be taught by excellent teachers, but if what was taught is not applied, there is no benefit.
God’s Blessings.
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Po' Girl Shines said:
Thank you for sharing your life with us. It makes me want to write a post about the odd things that happened after my closest loved ones passed. All three of them. God bless.
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Anna Waldherr said:
Lovely.
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Jon said:
I had not wandered back and read this tribute before. Glad I did. I see you got your tendency to mess with heads honestly.
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