It was May 12, 2009 – I was at work at The Williston Northampton School. I knew my brother was visiting my parents and when he did he often would call to check in. I answered my office phone, it was Bob and all he said was, “Lin, its Dad, we’re at Franklin County Hospital”. I said, “Bob?” He said, “He’s gone”.
I ran to my car and started the 25 mile ride to Greenfield. So many thoughts ran through my mind; what he was to our family, what he was to so many but mostly how hard this would be for my Mom. They had known it each other for nearly 60 years, married for 55, 5 children, 12 grandchildren… they completed each other and now he was gone.
Not long after I arrived at the hospital my mother’s priest, Monsignor Yargeaux, came into the room. He immediately went to her. He held her hands and said, “Tell me what happened, Joan.” She calmly told him that she and my brother were getting my Dad ready for the day and he just took a huge gasp and then just closed his eyes. There were the saddest tears in her eyes. At that point Monsignor said, “Oh dear Joan, wasn’t it amazing?” My mother, who looked so frail and broken, looked up confused. He said, “You saw it, you saw him get the prize. What Bob had lived his whole life for”. At that point my mother’s sadness seemed tempered, she seemed to take comfort that it was true, her love was now home. That was a moment my heart will never forget.
Micah 6:8 He has told you, O mortal, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?