It is the dawn of the second anniversary of my father’s death. It will be the third Father’s Day without him. I still remember how surreal that phone call was. I had just laid down in bed. My father had been fighting an infection, and had a doctor’s appointment day after next. He had no history of medical problems. It seemed as though it might be the beginning of something bigger…and it was much bigger and faster than we thought. He laid down that night and died.
But what his artistry created still lives. The loons trill and I am far away; far away from grown up responsibilities, new jobs and writing deadlines. Instead I am inside my father’s imagination. Because he imagined a peaceful place of solace, and it spilled forth in the form of a home.
For most of his career, this real live apprentice of Frank Lloyd Wright gave the gift of his architectural skills to help non-profit organizations. His artist’s paintbrush was used on the canvas of other people’s dreams. But with one last stroke of his brush, he created a home that he designed and built for my mother and himself. It is a showcase of the artist that had been pushed aside for a lifetime; pushed aside in order to serve us with a paycheck, in order to serve others in their dreams, in order to serve God with His purposes and plans.
He got to spend one calendar year in the home he dreamed of.
Looking out of windows he watched leafy shadows dappled on green grass, and he saw everything explode into golden yellow like autumn fireworks.
He delighted in the heaviest snow in years as he viewed a real winter wonderland. He got excited with expectation when green pushed through rocky soil…but he never saw that summer’s life even though he fully expected to.
The light falls across the room, just the way he planned for it to and time stands still. In the freeze frame I am able to take inventory and really see what my life amounts to. Most of what I thought was important a moment ago, seems unimportant. All that matters is now, this holy moment. A holy moment provided by my both my fathers, both of whom are in Heaven.
And it’s a little heaven on earth. A preview of mansions to come.
When my parents married, he went on ahead of Mother, from Omaha to Chicago, to prepare a home for her. Before my father died, he prepared a beautiful dwelling for my mother to live in for the rest of her years in beauty and comfort. Now he has gone on before us to the Heavenly country, and I am certain that he and Jesus are preparing a place for us there as well.
It is frightening how a person can be here today and gone tomorrow…but my father has left a piece of himself that will be remembered for years to come, even after we are long gone. It makes me wonder about every house, who built it and why? Was the house built for love? My father’s house was.The walls were built with love and the life lived within them was built in love. And it all makes me wonder, what will remain of me when I am gone?
Won’t you join me on Fridays for a new series and linkup called, “Take Off Your Shoes, You’re On Holy Ground!”? Each week a post will be shared about the significance of a place and you will be able to share as well!! Just 1) Write a post about how a place has ministered to you. 2) Add your post to the linkup. 3) Add the button to your post. 4)Visit and encourage your neighbors!
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Such a touching tribute to your father. What beauty he created and what beauty he loved. How wonderful to have such sweet memories of your father. God’s goodness and mercy comfort you.
Thanks Rose! It is sweet to find you here.
Oh what a beautiful house. I just love it. What a beautiful legacy to leave. It’s just gorgeous, and perhaps he will look down from heaven, see your mother and you and your readers enjoy it, and quietly smile.
What a lovely thought….a cloud of witnesses so to speak.
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What a beautiful tribute to your father, Kim. I feel your loss. What a wonderful gift he gave.
Yes, he did leave a wonderful gift.
What a beautiful tribute to your father.
Thanks Michelle! It’s great to see you here. I pray all is well with you and yours!
So beautiful, the legacy he leaves and your retelling it. May you feel the love of both your fathers surrounding you this Father’s Day and every day.
Thanks Cara! Love the name of your blog, btw!
Beautiful Kim. My husband is an architect but he went into ministry shortly after we married. We are all Frank Lloyd Wright fans because we are from Phoenix and his architecture is prevalent there. My husband would love to do what your Dad did some day and design and build a house the way we want it. My daughter hopes to follow in his footsteps and go to USC in architecture.
I forgot that your husband was an architect! We continue to have much in common. My father always felt that he was called into the ministry by helping non-profits with reasonable service. He was on the board of several organizations and brought much expertise to them.
Great story, and photo essay. I like the use of rocks and stones.
That was beautiful. It is apparent that his legacy, his heart LIVES on in you, Kim!
So good to see both old and NEW friends here! You are kind, and I am looking forward to knowing your heart better!
How proud your father would be of his daughter and such a loving tribute. We will always be in puzzlement over the loss of your dad. So very sudden and so sad. Such a love story your mom has in her heart & u were blessed to witness. love u precious niece, we will never forget your dad . .
Thanks Aunt Della! I hope you had a great birthday the other day!! I was blessed to see the romance of the century, for sure!
I have to come back to digest this right now — I’m still in VBS, but wanted you to know that I’m coming back to read this and that I linked up!
I’m still in the middle of VBS, but wanted you to know that I’m coming back to digest your post and that I linked up!
My grandma always said that at special times God opens the windows of heaven for loved ones to see loved ones. This is “such a time as that” – both your Fathers are pleased. Love.
I totally agree with your grandmother. It is part of heaven’s reward! It’s good to see you here, Steph.
What an amazing artist he was. and what talent he passed down to you. What an amazing legacy he left. So moved by your words here, Kim. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks Nikki! His legacy goes so much beyond a building, but because everyone is always talking about the man that he was, his artistic contribution often is overlooked…I wanted to highlight this for a change…
Thank you for sharing this wonderful love story of a man who loved his wife and daughter so much…He left your mom such a beautiful home built out of love for all of you.
It is beautiful isn’t it? I hope you are able to come for a visit soon! Let me know!
The light falls across the room, just the way he planned for it to and time stands still. In the freeze frame I am able to take inventory and really see what my life amounts to.
oh friend. what a moving, and truly beautiful, tribute to your father.
How I miss more fellowship with you…but God has both of us in new seasons. My father was a great man in so many ways, but rarely does he get the credit he should for his art…it was fun to honor him this way.
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Was he really an apprentice of Frank Lloyd Wright? Wow. The home he built is so lovely. What a precious gift from a precious man.
I’m sorry for how much you must miss him, Kim. I’m glad you have that confidence of knowing you will be with him again one day. Much love.
He was one of the last living apprentices, dear Laura. It is a precious gift. We are praying that we will be able to keep it in the family for generations to come…
Thank you for your kind words they are honey to my soul.
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