Prompted By A Man’s Life

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Today’s post is Part of a 31 Day writing series where I will choose moments from my life and let them be my writing prompt for the day.  Click on the button to the left for the complete series.


A man’s life is defined by What he leaves behind. We live and work.  We worry about living well, but in the end all that is left when we are gone is the memory of how we touched the lives of others.

Yesterday evening my husband went to choir practice where he was filling in for a friend, mentor and former professor.  He came home saddened by the news that this fine gentleman was in Hospice care.  This morning the news came in an email that he had passed away.

He had been battling cancer for the past year, so we knew he was ill, but my husband had just talked to him last week when he had called to see if Rocky would play for him this week at church.  He mentioned that he was so tired, but never gave any indication that he was so close to the end.

Over the past year and a half, this man was such an encouragement to my husband as he was searching for teaching positions.  He was one of Rocky’s references and he kept Rocky on his list of people to call when he needed someone to fill his shoes when he was out of town playing gigs.


He was an award-winning jazz pianist and had a prolific career.  He was well-respected in the music world.  I went to his Facebook page earlier to read some of the many condolences and memories from friends and former students.  Many people referenced how he was now playing for the angels.  I’m pretty sure this is his biggest gig yet!

There are always memories and stories to tell when someone leaves this world; there are always the accolades and the list of accomplishments but the testimonials of a man’s character and how he was an influence in the lives of so many is the real legacy.

Therefore, my dear brothers, be steadfast, unmovable, always excelling in the work of the Lord, because you know that the work that you do for the Lord isn’t wasted. 1 Corinthians 15:58

Remembering in grace,



If I had to choose one word to describe my dad it would be constant. He is steadfast, faithful, and never wavers. He is the calm in the midst of family storms. As I’ve grown older I have realized just how much his influence has kept me on course. He does not judge, he does not preach, he does not complain, he loves without condition. Simply put he is our families source of strength and one of the Godliest men I know. I love him very much and am so thankful for his influence, acceptance and love. In honor of Father’s Day I have copied a poem I wrote for him in 2007. It was my thoughts about how his strength countered my foibles. I thank God for him and hope I am blessed to have him in my life for many years.

she came into your life a tousled blonde mess;

a little quirky with a mind of her own,

she tried you – often.

life was stormy and irrational.

curious was an understatement.

rebellious goes without saying.

she loved you with complete trust.

you smoothed the tousled mane,

balanced the quirkiness,

calmed her storms,

reasoned with her,

challenged her mind,

tempered the rebelliousness with acceptance


she is still all of those things and more

she still loves you with complete trust

your uncompromising love remains a constant in her life