A World War II veteran born on November 11, my dad was a man of few words. But in the right one-on-one moment, he delved deeply.
Decades ago, I studied one of the first death-and-dying courses offered in the Southeast. Point blank, I asked him about death. Dad was a surgeon and reflected on Elisabeth Kübler-Ross’ now famous emotional states experienced by terminally ill patients: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Science and God co-existed—no doubt
My father carried a deep faith in science and God. He adhered to the theory of evolution and marveled at the miracle of the Big Bang. At the same time, he could describe in infinite medical detail every moment of Christ’s suffering during the Crucifixion—which often left audiences weeping.
For him, Christ was not an abstract figure in a stained class window or an idealized Hollywood portrait gazing down from a Sunday School wall. Instead, he was a human being whose body was broken over excruciating hours. Yet he forgave those who inflicted pain.
Dad was a damn good surgeon—and knew it. Yet before every operation, he met with the patient’s family and offered to pray with them. Christ’s suffering humbled him.
Mystical in medicine’s modern world
Having been at death’s door with patients, he carried a deep spiritual connection to a world beyond us. He rarely spoke of such things.
However, one day, Dad said, “I had the most unusual experience. On the commute home, my car suddenly took an exit. I cannot describe it fully—but it was as if an invisible hand took the wheel of my car and guided it off the exit and into a neighborhood. I had no idea where I was going.
“Suddenly, I recognized the streets. My car headed straight for the home of an elderly patient where I had made house calls. Then the experience seemed as if a slow-motion dream. Neighbors and relatives crowded the front yard and porch. They waved me forward, calling, ‘Hurry! Hurry!’”
Dad rushed into the house where his patient lay in bed, surrounded by family. She saw him, and her face shone. He took her hand; she grasped it firmly and serenely said, “I knew you would come.”
And then she died.
The mantra of my dad’s practice
In my dad’s office, a floral watercolor with the words from 1 Corinthians 13:4-13 hung on his wall—directly behind every patient he saw. An artist whom he treated for cancer—after he treated her husband for the same terminal disease—bestowed it as a gift.
“4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. . . .
“13 And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.”
Happy birthday, Papaw.
Daily Post Prompt: “Or“—we each have a choice as to the life we will lead. The either/or is up to the individual.
So beautiful, Catherine. We need these healing words now.
Happy birthday, Dr. Hamrick.
Thank, Greg. God bless.
A beautiful man, as is your story of him.
Thank you for kind thoughts. He was a gentleman.
Wonderful Catherine! Such beautiful memories. Thinking of Uncle Leon today!!! Xoxo
Thank you so much, Lynn. I remember all of them, especially Bonnie today. xoxo
Powerful words Catherine. Thanks for starting my day off with these xoxo
What an achingly beautiful tribute, Catherine. You were clearly blessed to share time on this earth with him….
What a very moving post and tribute to your father. Thank you for sharing, Catherine.
My eyes definitely filled to their brims. I would have loved to have known him. It would have been an honor. Dads are so very important, and him, a lifesaver, even more tangibly so. Congratulations on having grown up with him!
Thanks, Karen. We were so very lucky.
Catherine, you were born to do this. Your words always touch my heart! I cherish the time I heard Leon’s talk about the Christ’s Crucifixion. He gave it at the Homecoming, under the arbor at the Methodist Church in Hinton. I always think about him near the coming holidays. Think that was part of his love for us all to come together for holidays, and enjoy each other. I miss him, and wish we could do it all over again. Thank you for your service, and Happy, Happy Birthday to you Leon. We love you, and will always remember you!
Thanks, Liz. You always support me, and I thank you for that. It makes me to want keep writing. Yes, happy birthday, Leon (Papaw)! xo to all in Georgia!
Beautiful Catherine! Miss him xoxo
Great hearing from you, Miss Em. I am so glad he went to your wedding! xo
Me too! xoxo
Thank you Catherine, your words brought lots of memories back. Both April and I missed Papaw so much, Happy Birthday Papaw, we love you and miss you!
Lucy from Australia
Oh, Lucy, I am thrilled to hear from you! Are you on FB? Love you, too! Hope all is well. Papaw adored you as his own!
LOve this memory. So many of our parents don’t speak of their deep heart memories and experiences. So pleased for your family to have this glimpse into his.
Yes, Lottie, it was a privilege to hear of something mystical from a man so practical about life matters.
Thanks very much. Moving and inspiring. Thom
Thanks, Thom, and many thanks for the artists you share.
Thank you. Such a deep insight into your Dad. I am privileged.
Thanks for reading.
Very moving Storyteller. Attending to the terminally ill is always a very humbling experience. Such is my experience on a daily basis in South East London and Kent, UK. It’s a constant reminder of the frailty of humans.
A very moving tribute to a great dad my Storyteller! I enjoyed reading this, so many times. Thank you Storyteller!
Thank you, Dr. M. And much appreciation for your service to others and your openminded focus to better our world.
What a lovely tribute to your Dad.
Beautiful post. I could imagine talking to him…though I have never met him. Makes me think of my parents living so far away right now.
Thanks so much for your kind response!
Cathy, you are so gifted in telling stories What a blessing to have a father who loved Jesus. I’d love to see you sometime.
Thank you for stopping by, Lyn! Much appreciated.