Proverbs 20:7 — The just man walketh in his integrity: his children are blessed after him.
This is my mother’s story.
My mother was born to a great father. He was daddy to nine children and a wonderful “uncle James” to many more. His own father was killed when he was a mere two years old. His dad, a farmer was killed when he was butted and gored by one of his own cows.
So her daddy did not have his own role model.
My mother is the first girl and the third child of nine. She loved her daddy dearly and cannot remember a time when she heard a harsh word pass his lips. By all accounts he was a godly and gentle man, filled with wisdom and love for his family, his friends and his neighbors. He knew God’s words backwards and forward and even as he lay on the verge of transitioning he would redirect anyone on incorrect scripture.
According to my grandfather, a man can be successful and achieve anything if he is determined to work hand, always saved a portion of his earnings and if he is blessed with a contented wife!
My mom remembers that as a farmer, (he farmed vegetables and rice and reared animals), he would always share with his community. If anyone stole his produce he would theorize that they needed it more than he did.
He would frown upon abuse of any kind especially that of men and their wives. My grandpa grew up with little, that was soon after slavery was abolished, (my patriarchal side of the family were instrumental in the abolishment of slavery, I am so proud of my heritage). My grandfather and his brothers would purchase land together with other relatives and as such he was able to leave a sizeable legacy for his children.
My mother, her siblings and everyone who knew my grandpa, remembers him as a kind, wise and blessed soul.
My mother has expressed that she will be buried alongside her father as there is nowhere else she would rather spend eternity. Now that speaks volumes for the daddy he was!
I wish all his grandchildren had gotten to know him.
I called him daddy as well and remember a kind and gentle man who told his grandkids stories sitting under a tree in the backyard. I was 6 years old when he died.
I am sure today is “Father’s Day” in heaven as well, where great daddys’ are rewarded for serving their children well.