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Ten and Five Years
Much has happened in the past ten and five years since Dad and Paul died. Much has changed. I often wonder how different life would be today if these two men were still alive. When it comes to my Dad I know his mind was beginning to fail him and it scared him. In this respect Dad was slowly leaving us. Our last few weeks with him were hectic. His health was failing and communication was difficult. On the morning of his death Mom walked upstairs to tell me “Dad is gone.” It was peaceful and he was no longer confused, no longer afraid. It was Dad’s time. It would have been difficult for Mom to care for him. As for Paul, he left us far too soon. Two days before he died I got the call that his time was near and it hit me like a truck. Then at 11:15 AM on the Wednesday of his death Bruce texted me – “Paul is in heaven just now.” Even now it is difficult to collect myself when I reflect on those moments and scroll through the texts of those days of grief.
I am going to be honest about Dad and my relationship with him. I don’t think I ever really knew or understood him. In many ways he was still trying to figure things out late in life. He wrote a letter to himself on July 15, 1978. He was dejected at age 48 and had a lot of questions about life. The heading at the top was THOUGHTS AND REFLECTIONS. I found it in his files not long after he died. Paul was the first person I shared it with because I knew from time to time he too struggled with the complicated work of being a pastor. Dad struggled like many of us do to find meaning. If here today I would want him to know that he was loved by many and he made a significant difference in their lives. I would say the same to Paul.
If I have not shared THOUGHTS AND REFLECTIONS with you and you are interested I have no reservations about sending it along. It is not an easy read because it expresses a lot of pain and doubt plus the typed words faded over the years. Just ask.
Paul decided to enter the ministry and Dad had some influence in this yet I do not know to what extent. Dad served in three churches as did Paul if you don’t count the part time work Dad did after his retirement.
The Memorial services for Dad and Paul were more than 2 hours long. It is hard to say goodbye. At Dad’s service I told the story about him diving into a crowd of people to get two of the many styrofoam rockets being shot into a crowd at the New York World’s Fair in 1964. It was so out of character for Dad to assert himself like that and it took me years to understand the significance of what he did that day. He did it for his boys. At Paul’s service I said Paul was my best friend. I need to make sure everyone knows that Paul was a best friend to many people. He was not just mine alone. I am grateful Paul had many friends. While Dad had friends I don’t think they ever got to the same level. It is hard to explain. Paul was a connector and that might have had something to do with it. A few days ago Roger Brandt had his 4th Hole In One and sent me a picture of him taking the ball out of the hole. Roger and I are not close but we are friends because of Paul. Roger has loaned me his car and had me as a guest in his home. Meurig Morgan has been equally generous to me as several others have. This was Paul. I used to wonder who this Meurig guy was. Turns out Paul was a stalker and Meurig worked in a big golf store. Then there is Tom, Kray and Bob. I know there are many others.
It’s impossible to define a person. We are complicated. Dad was a serial filer (as in file folders and a filing cabinet). While his desktop was always a mess he had a file folder for just about anything you can imagine. Going through his files after he died I found a load of clipped newspaper and magazine articles going back to the 1950’s. Many of these clips were on current events of the day on a ton of different subjects. Here is a list from what I can remember:
- Vietnam War
- Does God Exist
- Human Sexuality
- Women’s Liberation
- Space Race
- Church Doctrine
- Science & Technology
Maybe Dad collected all this to serve as resource material for his sermons. I think he was also genuinely curious.
Dad loved doing Weddings & Baptisms. This is when he looked happiest in his work. He was also very good at funerals. This is where he connected with people. He stressed over the weekly Sunday Services with many people to try to please. At Weddings, Baptisms and Funerals he was focused on the families. He did stress I must admit at Weddings because he did not want some party animal to ruin the occasion but he enjoyed 99% of the wedding. He made it very personal. Every service was unique. He did not deliver a cookie cutter message.
The happiest I saw Paul at Church was when he did the wedding services for Katherine and Tori. The receptions might have stressed him out a bit but he sure loved his girls! It was tough on him to see them move away. We talked about the first time he realized Kat would never be coming back home to live. At Bradley and Jessie’s wedding Paul’s friends gathered and in a quiet moment and we raised a glass to remember him. It was hard on many of us to think Paul was missing this moment. He would have been so happy.
Dad and Paul had great partners in life and relied on them quite a lot. Mom kept life going on the home front and was active in the church. Mary from what I observed kept things organized and maintained a livable level of sanity for the family. In the end Dad relied heavily on Mom for the day to day and Mary was Paul’s rock during his illness. I remember when Paul was experiencing pain the first thing he would say was “MARE” even if I was sitting on the couch beside him. He needed Mary. It wasn’t just for the physical comfort.
They shared a love of travel and collecting airline miles. Dad’s airline was United and Paul’s American. They both played the volunteer bump game to get free flights and the upgrade game to get into first class. Paul should have worn a button that said “Upgrade Me, I’m Irish.” Travel got Dad away from the stress of church life and I imagine the same was true for Paul. It was a way to get away from the world for a bit. When I was young Dad would take us to La Guardia or Kennedy Airport to watch planes take off and land from the observation decks. Paul used to go to O’Hare and park by the side of a road to watch the action.
While their outward personalities were different they were both humble. They were servants. There is a picture of Dad standing outside First Presbyterian Church of Seattle with Billy Graham and another man, the city in the background. It was at the time of Graham’s 1976 Seattle Crusade. I’ll take my humble father any day.
Paul had a very special gift. He took great joy in the good fortunes of others. If someone was going on a special trip I believe he was happier for them than they were for themselves. He had super empathy. Even when he was sick he found the energy to be happy for someone. It was something he got from his Dad, my Uncle Winston.
Our family is very small. Dad had one living sister, my Auntie Anne. My Mom was an only child. As a result I only had two cousins; J. Bruce and J. Paul. In our youth we were just brothers. When the Marshall’s and the Thompson’s got together there was a lot of laughing. Winston telling stories and jokes. Dad seemed more at ease in these settings. He enjoyed life more. Scott reminded me that he was in Washington D.C. when Dad called to tell him Uncle Winston died suddenly. Dad wept as he told Scott he lost his brother. Losing Winston was a big blow to our small family. Anne, Bruce, Paul and Dad; they felt the loss the most.
Part of understanding J. Murray is to remember he lost his Dad at a very young age. Part of understanding J. Paul is that he lost his Dad and Friend on the day Winston died. Just a few years later Mary lost her parents after persistent illnesses just a few months apart. Sometimes it comes in waves. We change when we lose people we love, we see things from a new perspective.
Anderson Cooper did a podcast on grief and loss not long ago called All That There Is. He reflects on his losses and talks with others about the many faces of loss. It is rather good. CLICK HERE FOR THE PODCAST – I don’t think we will ever understand grief. Listening to these episodes caused me to reflect once again about Dad and Paul along with many others who have passed from our lives. They were loved.
Dad and I climbed Mt. Washington when I was young. He was a counselor for the High School Week at Camp Brookwoods. This signaled the end of summer. The day was foggy, we could not see a thing but we made it to the top and this was one of my favorite days ever with Dad. I wrote about it a few months after he died. THE BEST CUP OF HOT CHOCOLATE – It was a great day.
Paul took this picture on August 21, 2017.
This is the moment I will always remember with Paul. It was the moment Kenneth, Kirsten, Paul and I felt the cool rush of being in the shadow of the moon. Totality is super cool. I can still hear Paul’s voice joining in with several thousand others who were yelling, cheering and crying. In that moment I like to think Paul wasn’t thinking about his cancer coming back and the road ahead. It was something heavy on both our hearts. On the drive down we talked about what lay ahead. He was starting a journey only he could take. I am forever grateful for this memory.
We all loved hockey (playing and watching), golf and eating. When the “boys” were all together we were doing one of the three. Dad, Winston, Bruce, Paul, Scott and Doug. It was quite the crew; Winston hitting his hard duck hooks and Dad his weak slices.
Paul and I were very competitive in the sports we played. He would grip his driver with determined hands. It was not his goal to outdrive me, it was his goal to outdrive me by a lot. His determination made him the better athlete but when it came to competition he had a massive conflict. He wanted to win to his core. At the same time he wanted me to win. When I think of this I smile. You could see and feel the inner turmoil.
Important Conversations – If I had the chance to sit down with Dad and Paul over a cup of coffee I wonder what things we would talk about. Would we use our time wisely and dig deeper than we had in life. Some conversations are difficult. Would we have the courage to ask each other the questions we really want to ask but might be afraid of the answer?
When Paul called he would often say “I just wanted to hear your voice.” I miss that and I would like to hear his voice too.
I will end here. Being that it is now 10 and 5 years since their deaths I needed to take some time with them if you know what I mean. It helps.
LOOK IN THE MIRROR
May 26, 2022 – So many looking for answers right now. I doubt many of us will find the right places to look. What if we all started by looking in the mirror, examining ourselves as individuals, as human beings? We have to start someplace, it might as well be in front of a mirror.
Who am I? What do I believe? Why do I believe in what I believe? How did I come to accept these beliefs? What influenced my beliefs? Who influenced my beliefs? How have I changed over time and why? There are many questions we can ask ourselves.
It is impossible to make sense out of the senseless so we might as well look in the mirror. All change starts with the person in the mirror. Stop looking to others to solve the problems. Look in the mirror.
In the days after the Sandy Hook School massacre I thought it would change our hearts and we would come to our senses. 20 of the 26 who died were 6 and 7 years old. Gone in a few moments their bodies ripped apart. Hundreds left scarred and grieving for life. 20 children, gone in an instant. Yet here we are. 19 children born within months of Sandy Hook and their hearts no longer beat.
How are we still in this place where we do not care enough to make the madness stop? Everyone has an opinion. No one has a solution. How do so many people simply go on with their daily activities as if nothing happened yesterday?
Today my heart is a lead weight. The Seattle skies are gray. I can’t stop thinking about my grandchildren and the world I’ve given them. How will I feel on their first day of school? It should not be this way But it is our reality.
Every adult in America is responsible for what happened at Robb Elementary School. EVERY ADULT IN AMERICA IS RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT HAPPENED AT ROBB ELEMENTARY SCHOOL. We have all contributed in some way to our society and now this is what we live with.
I can’t stop thinking about my grandchildren and the world they live in. I can’t stop thinking about my grandchildren and the world I’ve given them.
May 25, 2022
Proof of Grief
“Grief never ends… But it changes. It’s a passage, not a place to stay. Grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith. It is the price of love.”Unknown
This was the last round of golf Paul and I ever played together. One day earlier we witnessed the eclipse in Madras, OR. When I look at this picture I wonder what he was thinking. He knew his cancer had returned. His mind must have been racing. It is hard to imagine the weight of uncertainty.
Another year has passed, four now since our friend slipped away from us. There are not many words left to fully express how much Paul is missed. He was missed deeply at Bradley and Jessie’s wedding last July. He would have been elated for the bride and groom and he would have been proud, very proud. Paul would have grieved with Lee and his family after the sudden passing of Beth. He would have been a comfort to them all. It’s just not the same without his laugh and kind voice.
Paul moved through life will all of its ups and downs. Regardless of what was happening in his own life he never failed to be kind to friends and strangers. Don’t get me wrong, he was not perfect, who is? He was intentional in his kindness and in his gratitude. Our world could use a whole lot more of his intentionality today.
Each one of us has the opportunity today to pass along a kindness and perhaps it will bring Paul back for just a moment. He would have liked knowing this is how we remember him. He would have loved it. Imagine how different our world could be.
Joel Wentz – Critical Race Theory
I’m not sure how I found Joel Wentz while rummaging around the internet but I can say I’m glad I did. He recently did a series of 4 short videos on Critical Race Theory well worth anyone’s time who wants to look at the subject which we all should regardless of your current thoughts on the subject.
In addition to these videos he also does book reviews and touches on other subjects. His presentation is organized and Joel does not talk over your head. In short he is a great communicator. I hope you will take time to check him out. HisYouTube series is called Books & Big Ideas. Enjoy! You can also follow Joel on Twitter @JoeltheValient – Let me know what you think.
Critical Race Theory
If you can read this Twitter thread it is worth taking a few minutes. Click on the picture and it should take you to the entire thread for 22 lessons on Critical Race Theory.
For Family, Friends & Acquaintances – I ask your help
My business partner Peter Viliesis and I have worked for over three years to develop a unique planning system for business owners. It is now time to get the word out to a broader audience and we decided to start with friends, family and acquaintances. It will be nice to know you will at least give a listen because sometimes it just feels like we are shouting into the wind. This is the nature of startups.
We named the system Business Value Protection Planning.
The amazing thing is we have not been able to find anyone out there who has taken this type of approach to help business owners in the way we designed the planning system. It is different from our original vision but it is more accurate to say what we created was more of a series of evolutionary leaps as we gained insight into how business owners think and what they truly need.
The business owner is the hero of the story.
We invite business owners into a story when we work with them where they are the hero of the story and they have a problem. Our role in the story is we are simply guides, we offer a plan to help them solve their problem and avoid failure. In Star Wars Luke Skywalker is the hero and Yoda is the guide.
Rather than make you suffer through several descriptive pages of I’ve created a few short (under 2 minute) videos stored in the world of YouTube. They describe the basis and the foundation of what we do. We designed the planning system to be simple yet it is sophisticated. These can be shared with anyone and I hope if you have questions or suggestions you will speak up, let us know where we can improve.
Business owners who apply the principles of Business Value Protection Planning will be far better off than they are now even if they use them separate from our direct help.
The hero’s journey starts with one simple pie chart. Here is the playlist of videos……….
Each morning you look for it. Hope for a good day for yourself and others.
Mother’s Day – May 2021
Everyone has a Mother and everyone knows a Mother. More than 100 Billion humans have been born in the world’s history. It still takes nine months and it still takes years before the child is able to survive without assistance. The world has changed greatly but motherhood has stayed the same.
It is a good day to reflect. My kids have a Mom who worked hard to get it right. My three grandkids have two awesome Moms. Proud of them all and all they do.
Paul – Three Years Now
Paul loved his friends and loved being with them. He loved playing golf and eating with them. Paul’s friends loved him and he made us feel a bit better when we were with him or simply hearing his voice on a phone call. Knowing he had great friends takes a little of the edge off from the hurt of missing him. His smile was genuine and his laugh infectious, you could hear it from many rooms away.
Some of these pictures were taken at TPC Sawgrass in Florida. Paul loved this trip to play in a tournament benefiting The Fellowship of Christian Athletes. This year The Players Championship, played at TPC Sawgrass, ends on Sunday March 14, the three year anniversary of Paul’s passing. I am reminded of how much he enjoyed being with people he loved.
Enjoy the pictures and the reminder of his smile. I can hear his laugh just looking at these. If you have photos you would like to share please sent them to me and I will add them. Jdougmar@gmail.com