My father, David James Williams, gently passed from this life on Sunday evening, May 3, 2020. He was 96 years old. Dad was born on January 28, 1924 on the banks of the Ohio River, in the town of Martins Ferry, Ohio. He was the youngest of six children of a car inspector for the Nickel Plate Railroad and his wife, who baked the communion bread for their church. Dad graduated from Kentucky Christian College in 1946, and over the next 43 years held ministries in Advance, Indiana; Huntington, West Virginia; Akron, Ohio; and Grayson, Kentucky. In 1989 he and Mom retired to Lexington, Kentucky where they lived for the last 31 years of their lives. Mom preceded Dad in death by five months. One of the last things Dad said at her funeral was, “Time to go. I’ll see you later.” Later has arrived and I imagine they are picking up where they left off, after 73 years of marriage.
A few months ago, I bought a mug from Cath Kidston, though not your typical Cath Kidston mug. This one had a western theme with a cowboy twirling a lasso while riding a bucking bronco. Though I had no idea why, the second I saw the mug I knew I had to have it. Monday morning, about 12 hours after my father’s death, a memory stirred.
My father was always busy. I understand. I inherited his need for movement. On Saturdays he mowed the lawn, cleaned the garage, weeded the garden, swept the basement and washed the car. And he did it all in a flannel shirt my mother absolutely despised. The shirt was a black, white and red print of cowboys on bucking broncos. I thought it was the coolest shirt in the history of mankind. When dad was wearing that shirt, I knew no matter what he was doing, he would be happy to have me close by. He needed the diversion I brought from whatever job he was tackling.
Dad was not all that handy. My father had a knack for turning small repairs into major catastrophes. When he tried to put up a pole lamp (a thing in the 60s) he somehow broke the lamp, cut the cord, and burned a hole in the carpet, all in a matter of about 30 seconds. I mean, that’s pretty impressive. And he did it all wearing that flannel shirt, and the grimace that went with it. Whenever Dad used his hands to do anything other than type, he wore the same grimace, usually accompanied by a lot of muttering and a trip to the hardware store for parts that had somehow been destroyed during the repair process. It turns out the grimace and its attendant mayhem are genetic. I can type faster than a streak of lightning, but outside of that, my hands should be forbidden from attempting the simplest of household repairs, all approached wearing the same grimace, though not the same shirt. My New York handyman, also a friend, used to say, “Why don’t you stick to earning your money speaking and pay me to put that shelf up for you. You’ll save us both a lot of grief.”
I am pleased I share other traits with my father. We both were way more interested in asking good questions than in finding answers. We knew a lot of the big questions cannot be answered on this side of time and space, and are likely to be elusive on the other side as well. We both found people interesting, all manner of people, and never encountered a subject that bored us. If your passion was archery, we’d talk with you about archery for hours. It left us both with a lot of basically useless knowledge. Dad and I both loved the church, and though it sometimes treated us badly, we never lost our conviction that the good news of the Gospel is indeed the hope of the world.
Dad was a better pastor than I. Everyone loved him. He was gentle, approachable and kind. He was not a great preacher, but he was a great lover of people. And he loved me. My father delighted in me. Right up until the last two years of his life, he loved talking with me about theology, politics, anthropology, music, or any other subject that struck my fancy. Dad was eternally curious. He was also honest. If I had a big problem and asked for his help, he often would answer, “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. You’ll have to puzzle over that one on your own.” I found that wonderfully freeing. If my own father didn’t know the answer, it was all right for me not to know the answer either. He gave me permission to say, “I don’t know,” and to realize it is often the most holy of answers.
One of the reasons I wanted to make it through life without transitioning was because I knew it would bring great pain to my family, including my parents. Yet my father, who was 90 when I transitioned, chose to embrace me as me. He had plenty of questions, but unlike most evangelicals, he was willing to listen and learn. Dad lived as though there was one truth that triumphed over all others. I saw it in how he treated church members and strangers and all manner of humans, including his youngest child. Dad believed that love wins, and every ounce of my own theology is born of that same conviction.
My father is being buried this morning, next to my mother, in the little cemetery in Grayson, Kentucky where my grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousin are buried. It is the cemetery just north of where my grandmother lived, the cemetery where she took us for picnic lunches in the cool summer grass when we were children, the cemetery where I rolled down the hill laughing and looking up at the cumulus flecked sky, reveling in the simple goodness of being alive.
When I think of those picnics, and the love my father showered upon me, and the mystery and wonder that this precious life is even possible, I am filled with gratitude, and carry on, in my own heart, the same firm conviction that breathed its truth into my father’s soul – that above all else, love wins.
Carl Jung described life as a short pause between two great mysteries. My father lived his short pause to the fullest, a true gentleman, living joyfully, trusting in the slow and steady work of God. Enjoy eternity, Dad. I know you’ve got a lot of questions you want to ask and people you want to love. And I hope that when you explore your new home, and look in the closet, you’ll find that flannel shirt waiting for you.”
I am so sorry for your loss……prayers…..
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Thank you so much.
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Beautiful, loving tribute to your dad. It’s so hard to let them go on without us even when they’ve lived a long life.
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It’s so true, Jackina. He was one of the finest people I have ever known.
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I send my condolences. Your father was a wonderful guardian angel to you from the sounds of it. May you find solace in your memories of him and the love he left you with … hugs.
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Thank you so much.
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Paula – that was a wonderful tribute to your father. It appears that your father was a man of compassion, strength and love. Please accept my heartfelt condolences.
JoAnne Wheeler Bland
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Thank you so much JoAnne.
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I am so sorry for your losses, so close together. Your memories of him reveal the love and kindness that he passed onto you. Words are inadequate so hugs.
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Thank you so much.
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What a beautiful tribute to such a lovely man. I loved your Dad. I remember my first year at Ky Christian and going to his service. He was such a kind soul. I always felt welcomed by him. A life well lived.
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He was such a good man, David. One of the best
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Cousin Paula,
What a sweet and tender tribute to Uncle Dave and it gave me much comfort this morning as we all grieve together. He was so loved here at Tates Creek Christian and I’ve already received several caring messages and cards from folk there. Although we are not physically on that hill of rest in Grayson, I can see every detail. The 3 Stone girls and their husbands are finally there together and Paradise is echoing with their laughter and joy! Sending you cyber hugs, Cousin Mary
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Oh Mary, this is so hard. The last of the generation is gone.
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What a beautiful eulogy, he sounds a remarkable and warm man. I’m so sorry for your loss, it must be so difficult. Walk in Beauty, David. Wherever you are.
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Thank you so much. He was a wonderful man.
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Just beautiful, Paula. That’s all, just beautiful love.
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Oh, thank you so much. I miss him so much, Jennifer.
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Paula, I’m so sorry for your loss. And I LOVED reading your post about your dad–what a special man! Thinking of you at this difficult time.
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Oh, thank you so much mara. He was a wonderful man.
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My condolences on your loss, Paula, and all the best to you and your family. This is a lovely tribute to your dad.
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Thank you so much, Fiona.
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So sorry for your loss. He sounds like an amazing person. May God be with you and your family to comfort you at this time.
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Thank you so much. It’s been a tough season.
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Probably the nicest tribute I’ve ever read, Paula.
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Thank you so much Leanne.
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I am so sorry to hear of your loss — both of your father and of your mother. To say that your father accepted you for who you really are is to say that he really did love you; all of you. While many know one or the other about their parents (that they were loved or that they were accepted),and that’s not nothing, being able to say both must give you great strength. You likely still feel his love.
I hope the stories of him bring you comfort and will help guide you as your journey continues without him.
I liked the story of his plaid shirt. It must be like a flashing red light of impending _________ (likely you’re best to fill in the blank).
May your journey continue peacefully.
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Thank you so much Jane. I am going to miss Dad so much.
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Your dad was an amazing man of love and grace ❤️ We remember him and his kindness during our KCC days.
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Thank you so much, Bev. He was an amazing man!
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We are so sorry for your loss. Love, prayers, and blessings.
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Thanks so much Bob and Holly. I’m going to miss Dad so much. I hope you are well.
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Beautiful story. So sorry to hear about your Dad. Lucky to have a wonderful father. I had a good dad also. Best Jeri
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Thanks so much Jeri. I loved him so much.
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A beautiful tribute to your Dad, Paula! Of course, the best and most lasting tribute to both of your parents is the life of authenticity and integrity you are living in the Truth of God, the Father; Christ, the Son; and the Holy Spirit, the Comforter!! Prayers for you and blessings to you from our Lord and Savior.
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Thank you so much Jim. This has been tough.
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Hi Paula,
I hope this note join you well, my condolences for the lost of your father. As you know with the lockdown that we are all have been facing with, l came across your videos on TED talk thirty minutes ago, as a Black woman l would love to see more white men transitioning into a good hearted woman like you. Unfortunately, there are lots of women out there who are very evil towards other women, l know because l had quite a few of them as a boss, and l can tell you they were pure evil. If the world has more people like you, the planet would so beautiful, and peaceful. May you be blessed, and 💘
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Thank you so much! Your words are so sweet. Oh, what a difference we would make if there could be more love!
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I just saw your Ted talk then found you here, and am so deeply sorry about your Dad. He sounded really lovely.
Warm thoughts,
Becca
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Thank you so much Becca. He was a wonderful man!
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Dear Dr Stone-Willimas,
My sincere condolences, I think it’s amazing that your dad found in his heart the will to explore new “places”, and try. It makes such a difference in life having someone willing to understand us no mater how big the differences are. It truly helps our spiritual growth, I believe. You are most certainly an inspiration to many of us.
Best wishes sincerely,
N Tahuros
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful words.
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