A giant of the faith
Bishop Herbert Thompson Jr., eighth bishop of Southern Ohio, died Wednesday, August 16, while on a trip in Italy. He served Southern Ohio with grace, compassion and good humor for 17 years, retiring in December, 2005.As we mourn the loss of a good friend, pastor and shepherd of the flock, we are reminded that death is the gate to eternal life. And we can be assured that Herbert and Russelle are dancing once more. Our faith gives us confidence that as we continue our course on earth, we will one day be reunited with those who have gone before.
This website is a place for those of us who loved and respected Bishop Thompson to mourn together. To laugh together. To remember together someone who has touched all of our lives.
Some of these posts may be reprinted in a special tribute issue of Interchange that will be published later this month.
Rest eternal grant to him, O Lord;
And let light perpetual shine upon him.
May his soul, and the souls of all the departed,
through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
posted by Richelle Thompson at 9:05 PM
103 Comments:
Bishop Thompson was a great man, pastoral, compassionate and wise. He helped me a great deal and showed me, in his life, that there really are true men of God - even now. He will be missed, dearly.
Just over a decade ago, Bp. Thompson ordained me to the priesthood. I will never forget a moment we had after I had returned from time on mission in South Dakota: "You are close to the kingdom of God," he said, "Hold on to that feeling." I was fortunate enough to run in to him at General Convention this past summer...and found out that he had kept up on my ministry over the years. That moment reminded me of the affection he felt for all those whom he empowered in ministry, lay and ordained. The Church militant has lost a great friend and pastor. The Church triumphant has gained a great colleague. I am sure he is dancing with his beloved, and is warmly welcomed to a kingdom beyond this life that is our common inheritance.
My wife, Linda, and I will always remember Bishop Thompson. He was a gentle and good man. For me he lived the creed that he adopted for himself: To Heal,To Reconcile,
To Liberate, To Serve. He did all of these very well, and was an example for all of us to do the same. He will be greatly missed here in our diocese, and in the larger community.
May God grant him the Peace he most certainly deserves.
And God's Peace be with all of you, and those you love.
Bill Whittle+
With the death of Bishop Thompson, many have lost a mentor, a counselor, a strong leader and a true friend. With the death of Bishop Thompson, I have lost my spiritual father. Shortly after coming to the diocese in 1990, he confirmed me as a young boy. Twelve years later in 2002, he ordained me as a young man. He was there to baptize my daughter Emma. Throughout my relationship with him, he guided me, helped to strengthen my faith, and gave me the courage and trust that I needed to make a difference. While I am deeply grieved at our loss, at my loss, once again our dear bishop has blessed me with a gift. He has blessed me with the gift of an increased gratitude for life and a deepened faith in the resurrection. Over the course of my life, I will never forget God's blessing to us all through the life and witness of Herbert Thompson.
This past General convention I spotted Bishop Thompson energetically walking down the halls of the convention center wearing shorts, izod shirt, sweater over his shoulders, and his episocpal purple baseball cap. We hugged and kissed, I told him I loved him and he replied, "I Love you too, Lynne". There was so much I wanted to say, but most importantly to say thank you for blessing me in the ministry God had called me to. Twelve years ago, I rode with him in his car to Mt. Thompson, and we discussed ministry and mission and he looked at me and proclaimed, "do you know Lynne that God has called you to be a Priest". My life changed that day and has never been the same ! I give thanks to God Almighty for given me and us, Bishop Thompson.
I was serving as interim rector of the then new church plant of St. Patrick's Dublin. He visited us shortly after his consecration and was most gracious. After calling a permanent rector I was off to three other interims until finally being called as rector in Washington D.C. I was shocked to receive a phone call from Herb congratulating me and wishing me well after my call since I had never been called by a bishop in my time as a priest. Still haven't. He was unique in caring and communicating. I was sorry that he was not elected our Presiding Bishop .His faith and constancy were visible. Guy Fouts+
My son Noah walked into the room and saw me crying. He asked if I had a cold and I replied no. I told him a friend of mine had died. I asked him did he remember him, he said, yes. He then said, "God was ready for him to be a Priest in heaven now so don't cry". Amen, Amen.
What a loss. He welcomed me to Southern Ohio many tmes, and always made it seem like my second home. He was a great man.
Barbara Crafton+
The world has lost a very courageous man. I remember, near the end of the VietNam war, a young and courageous priest, accepted a call to lead a traumatized parish in eastern Long Island, whose priest had just committed suicide because of the war. Fr. Thompson stayed with that congregation and helped its people heal. Then he accepted a call from Grace Church in Jamaica,NY an old struggling large inner city Long Island parish. He brought vibrant life back to that Queens congregation. He was among the nominees for Bishop of Long Island to succeed The Rt. Rev. Robert C. Witcher. When he lost that election Herb Thompson was almost immediatly nominated and elected Bishop Of Southern Ohio, where he served with honor until December 2005. His late wife, Russelle, a most beautiful woman, was a great "First Lady" of Sourhern Ohio. I saw Bishop Thompson at several General Conventions and was privileged to pray for him to be elected Presiding Bishop nine years ago. Bishop Thompson was a great Bishop, a courageous Christian, and a loving husband. I am proud to to have been his friend.
With love,
Paula F.MacLean
(Widow of the Rt Reverend Charles W. MacLean,
Suffragan Bishop of Long Island
I was just confirmed by Bishop Thompson last November. I have to say that I was very shaky and ambivalent about my faith for sooo many years of my life, and had come to the point of confirmation through the gentle guidance of a rector who with great patience, accepted my questions and ambivalence gladly. But on the day of confirmation, when Bishop Thompson laid his hands on me, I felt a powerful and wonder presence, both gentle and guiding, and full of love, and my ambivalence washed away...
After reading the notice of our beloved bishop's passing I sat back and closed my eyes and tried to remember every detail of his visits to our church, The sermon he gave, the advice he passed along , or the stories he told, but instead my mind kept focusing on the memory of how he would always find his way to where the children were. I remember how the faces of my smallest Sunday school children would instantly light up when he came in thier room. I remember how the teenage boys vied for who would get to shake his hand first or the girls all rushing to take him coffee or cookies before anyone else. The children of our Sunday school adored him. But the one most important memory that sticks out in my memory is not of the way that the children looked at him, but the memory of the way that he looked at the children, with Love radiating from his eyes. We'll miss you Bishop Thompson and our prayers are with your family.
From the children of Christ Episcopal Sunday School - Ironton Ohio
It was my Christian Joy to meet and share stories of faith and matters of ecclessiology with Bishop Herbert Thompson in preparation for my appointment as Rector of St. Simon of Cyrene. He shared a deep passion for the church, people and issues of justice. In my last contact with him at General Convention, his words were simply, "Take care of you and the family." And with a handshake we parted. He will be deeply missed within the diaspora as one loved and respected. May his soul rest in peace.
On one of my travels with Russ and Bp. Thompson, the choir marched into a D.C. church singing God is a good God, yes he is. From that day forward, Bp. Thompson would always break into song when we saw each other. He loved music and he loved the Lord.
I pray for Bishop Thompson's children and grandson. For them to be so young without parents is devastating. May we all embrace, love and watch over them not only through this period of grief but for the rest of their lives. Bishop Thompson and Rev. Wendell Gibbs baptized my daughter Storm at the first EVER Episcopal Church Revival in 1999. His loving touch and spirit live on in her today. Thank you for the memories and may GOD bless us all.
Mrs. Dawn Crook-Howell and family
I am sooo shocked! He always seemed to be disgustingly healthy for his age and so full of vim & vigor....
I had the priviledge of interviewing BT on several occassions for various publications over the years and considered myself blessed by our mutual friendship. I always felt like I was walking on air when I spent time with him. He always encouraged me and lifted my spirits whenever I was down, and I consider him to be a kindred spirit.
I will also cherish that I was fortunate enough to witness his consecration as bishop back in 1988.
The only up side to this is that he is reunited with Russ. They're probably cutting a rug by the pearly gates even as I write this.
Farewell, my brother, and dona nobis pacem!
There was a man sent from God whose name was. . . Herb. Herbert Thompson was a major part of my life for almost four decades. In the early days in Long Island, he helped me grow into my priesthood and continued as a supportive colleague and friend. A short while after I first came to Southern Ohio, I learned that one of the candidates for Coadjutor was from Long Island. It took me one guess to figure out who that might be. From then until I left the Diocese in 2000 we were inextricably joined in ministry. It was an incredible ride. As his Canon to the Ordinary I came to know, respect, and love him for all that he was and all that he called others to become. He was an agent of change in people, a catalyst for Christ who led people to transformed lives. He did it through his ears as well as through his mouth. Most bishops speak pretty well--they do it all the time. This bishop listened even better than he spoke, and his quiet and full attention to people helped them hear a greater voice within themselves. It was hard and demanding work, but it became his life and his witness. In some ways it is ironic that, while people were often concerned about his health while he went through the strains and stresses of the episcopate, his death came during a time of ease and seeming refreshment in retirement. His whole life was one of intense feeling and commitment, however, and I don't think he really ever made a distinction between "on" and "off" time. It may have been, paradoxically, his greatest gift and his his own Achilles' heel. Throughout his ministry and friendship, he reminded us over and over again about what a privilege it is to serve God and do the work that we have been called to do. He was never bashful about engaging himself and others in that ministry, for he had heard and known, most of all, the Voice of Christ that called him to that service. Now we are called to celebrate and give thanks for everything he meant to so many people throughout the Diocese, the Episcopal Church, the Anglican Communion, and, indeed, the whole world. I just hope the Reign of Heaven is ready for the Electric Slide! Jerri and I are with all of you in this time.
John Lawrence+
From Amazing Grace to the Electric Slide this man truly knew how to have fun! Anyone lucky enough to had done the latter with him at his retimrement party knows how tough it was to keep up. Party on good and loved friend! Remember you promised to dance at my ordination....
Bishop Thompson once thanked me for saving his life and i told him it wasn't me "It was the lord who put me in you path" I looked back at him and said I thought God put you in my path because I never had anyone who believed in and who dared me to dream as you have. We both had a great laugh and we thanked the Lord. Thanks be to God for such a wonderful friend.
I've been the Head Usher for the Cathedral's Boar's Head & Yule Log Festival for many years, and as such my one major responsibility was making sure somehow Bishop Thompson & family got seated even though he would have (a)lost their tickets (b) arrived late or (c) all of the above. We finally got smart, learned of his ticket location in advance and put up "reserved, Bishop Thompson" signs and had one usher literally guard his seats until they arrived! We always kidded him about it, and he always took it so very well and always thanked us for all the work we did and blessed us! I'm going to miss not having to barricade his seats this year but I am sure he & Russ will be in attendance! To have known Herb Thompson was to have liked and respected so very much. If you didn't like him, you wouldn't like anyone! I thank God for having known him and for his work in the Diocese of Southern Ohio.
Bishop Thompson received me into the church January 9, 2005. I remember that as he held my hand and looked into my eyes and welcomed me into the Communion, I could not look away from him. Looking into his eyes was like looking into the eyes of Jesus. At the reception celebration after Mass, he talked with me for nearly half an hour. He was so friendly and loving, you knew he was a man of God. I will always bless him for the peace he gave me at my reception and my prayers are with his family. May he rest in peace. I hope to honor his memory always by being a good Christian.
My prayers are with Bishop Thompson's family. I have a fond place in my heart for Bishop Thompson as he confirmed me 16 years ago when I was a young mother returning to the Episcopal Church. May he rest in peace.
"I may not have done all the things I wanted to do, but Lord it's been a mighty good day. A mighty good day" Bishop Thompson has gone home to the loving arms of his Father. God bless and keep him.
Bishop Thompson what can you say about a man who was a gentle giant.
The night he and hundreds of the faithful came to St. Paul's in Chillicothe along with so many other to show so much love, support and encouragement to those of us who were unsure what was going to happen to St. Paul's I believe I found my faith.
Because he believed in St. Paul's I think that we began that night to believe in ourselves and are once again seeing the fruits of our labor. We have a wonderful new priest that will help us grow even sronger with her fresh new ideas.
Thanks you Bishop Thompson!!!
Bishop Thompson was an outstanding man, pastoral leader and the best bishop that the Diocese of Southern Ohio has ever had. I eagerly looked forward to each of his visits at my parish. The Episcopal Church and the wider world will truly miss him.
I was 13 when Bishop Thompson began his episcopate in Southern Ohio. I remember meeting him when the youth of the church presented a quilt to him at his installation. He was there as a faithful pastor and friend to me all through his ministry, from his re-establishment of a Summer Camping and Youth program that grounded and fed me through my teenage years; to the support of young adult ministry through Vocare by showing up at the first one held by surprise; he was always there. As a starving college student, he and Russ took pity on me and offered me a "house-sitting job" while I was at Xavier and they were away on extended trips, even though their house truly didn't need any looking after. I remember as a young working adult on September 11th, looking for solace and answers to the "whys" of that day, going to the Cathedral and hearing him preach an amazing sermon that gave comfort not just to me but to several of my co-workers who had never attended a church in their lives. The one thing about Bishop Thompson is that he was always 100% present with whoever he was speaking with. You felt like you were the only one in the room when he was speaking with you and what you had to say was more important than anything else going on around him. I think that's how it must have felt like/feel like to speak with Jesus face-to-face. I know as he told me after I had led my first youth event; that Jesus welcomed him with open arms and said "Well done, good and faithful servant." He will be missed and my heart goes out to Kyrie, Owen and Herb Jr. but he couldn't have asked for a life that touched more lives than the one he lived to the fullest.
Paul Nicely said,
Herb Thompson's death is a huge loss for us who knew him personally. He and Russ and Ann and I shared dining, jazz concerts, and classical music. He had wonderful energy and class and style, and was unfailingly gracious. When he and I would disagree about policy or theology, it was always with mutual respect and affection.
I always felt a calmness and peace whenever I was fortunate enough to be around Bishop Thompson. He remembered me and that always made me feel special; he was truely 'my' bishop. I missed him when he retired and will miss him all the more now.
I met Bishop Thompson several times and attended four diocesan conventions over which he convened. He was truly a great leader and humanitarian. He helped our parish through some difficult times during a major renovation. He will be missed by us all. Our prayers are with his family and friends.
He confirmed our family recently. I am a scientist but something came from this man which I am at a loss to describe. Whatever it was, it was spiritual and very special to us. What a loss to this Church! Hope to see you later in better circumstances, Bishop Thompson. Ave atque vale.
The first time my husband and I met Bp. Thompson we walked away feeling as if we had met Jesus himself. He was an integral part of our life and ministry in Southern Ohio. May he rest in peace and rise in glory, with his beloved...
We've been "going to have lunch" for the last 10 years - certainly in the last 6 - a vow reestablished at General Convention. He was one of my professional allies - who understood theologically trained laity. So I'm feeling a little numb - and already miss him.
I Love That Man!
...a bishop who made each and every person of this diocese a priority.
I LOVE THAT MAN!
...a bishop who prayed for his priests and deacons unceasingly, without hesitation.
I LOVE THAT MAN!
...a bishop whose faith is so strong, so determined, so sincere that it dares to flow upstream, against the chaotic trends of society.
I LOVE THAT MAN!
...a bishop whose love for neighbor is so grounded in Jesus that in his very presence all darkness of this life vanishes, if only for a while.
I LOVE THAT MAN!
...a bishop whose love permeates the hearts of every church and domestic family of this diocese.
I LOVE THAT MAN!
...a bishop who lived the Gospel and was one of the best examples in the world of what it means, specifically,to follow Jesus.
I LOVE THAT MAN!
I LOVE THAT MAN!
OH LORD! I LOVE THAT MAN!
As others have said, Bishop Thompson was the holiest of men. I was one of the fortunate to have him confirm me in March 2000. I will never forget his kind words.
May he know those left behind will love him forever.
I was with some of the youth in our diocese at the E3 General Convention event in June, and we happened to run into Bishop Thompson. Actually...by "happened to run into" I mean he saw the kids and headed right for them. They all wanted a hug. Many of them knew him, and others seemed to just be drawn to him...authentic holiness is just irresistible. It was late, but he was patient, and made sure that everyone there had received a hug, handshake, or a smile. His sincerity moved me.
The last memory that I have of him is watching him ascend the hotel escalator with a big grin on his face as he repeatedly blessed us with the sign of the cross.
That image gave me great comfort when I heard the news yesterday.
Joe Snavely-Christ Church Glendale
I do not cry easily but here I am crying like a baby reading all the wonderful memorials to a truly great christian, family man and human being. God Bless You Herb.
I very much admired Bishop Thompson for his stance on the unity of the Episcopal Church in these turbulent times. His belief that we are called to serve God together regardless of whether we agree on various issues is a model for us all. We are blessed to have known and loved him.
The Episcopal Healing Ministry Foundation has lost a beloved friend in Christ who has upheld the loving and healing ministry of our Lord in all that he has created, and supported during his 17 years as Bishop of Southern Ohio. We send our deepest sympathy to his family and friends.
I will never forget Bish Herb for when I was visiting him at the time of Russelle's death he only expressed concern about my being alone and could I get home by myself. He only thought of others.
Lucy
I never knew a person who could be as "present" with you as Bishop Thompson could. Whenever he talked to me, it was like we were alone in the world. I had his complete attention and he remembered all we said to each other. It was like we stepped out of time. I treasure those moments.
Wendy Gustafson
The first time I met Bishop Herb I felt as if I had met a truly spiritual man. He shared with me a little of his own conversion experience and I was deeply touched by the simplicity and humility with which he shared such a personal event. From that moment on it was as if I had a special connection with him.
I remember that when I was preparing to leave the diocese I had the opportunity to speak to him for a few minutes at the annual 12th night party. I told him that I felt as if we had a connection and that I would be sad to leave the diocese. He told me that we would always have that connection no matter where I would be going.
He has truly been a spiritual father to me and an inspiration for my own priestly ministry.
May he and Russ have a joyful reunion and may they continue to sing God's praises together.
RIP
I will never forget the sight of Bishop Thompson, in his magenta cassock, dancing the Electric Slide with the youth of our Diocese at the Diocesan Convention in Columbus a few years ago. To me, that moment captured the spirit and humanity of this wonderful man of God.
Herbert Thompson, Jr., 8th Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Southern Ohio, "ran the earthly race" with grace, style and vigor! He LED and he TAUGHT: should any of the clergy now working in the DSO ever be elected to the episcopacy, they would do well to
model their ministries on that of Herbert Thompson, Jr. GOD rest his soul!
-George E. Ferguson, Calvary Cincinnati.
[Insert Rutter's Requiem here]
May he rest in peace...
[Insert Tavener's For Athene here]
I am profoundly saddened by the passing of Bishop Thompson. We had met a few times in the work of the Episcopal Church and I had hoped to know him better in his retirement. May God bless all the people of Southern Ohio in your grief. ... The Rev. Dr. Robert G. Certain
I remember one Sunday visitation by Bishop Thompson. The processional hymn was playing and the choir, acolytes, and clergy were marching in, as usual. Then came Bishop Thompson in all his regalia. My brother, Paul, who has Down's Syndrome turned to my mother and said, "Look Mom . . . it's God!" We told him that after the service and he laughed. Though he wasn't the Man himself, he had a gift for bringing His word to us all. Thank you Bishop Thompson for exemplifying what it means to be a Christian and an Episcopalian. God Bless.
Acts 13:36 says
"David was a good leader for the people of his day. He did what God wanted. Then he died"
The same can be said for Bp. Thompson and no greater tribute can be given to any person. Well done good and faithful servant of God! Rest from your labors.
Ron Baird+
Saint Matthew's
Westerville
I last saw Bishop Thompson at General Convention in Columbus, always coming in a little bit late for the Eucharist, dressed in shorts, knit shirt and a sweater over his shoulders. Not very "Bishopy" looking but he was oh so happy in the new role in his life "Retirement is great!" He said with a big smile. It was always a joy to see this man who had a profound effect in my life, both personally and in my career in the Altar Guild. When I was nominated to be president of the National Altar Guild Association he invited me to lunch - a three hour affair during which we mostly prayed, talked about the church and the opportunity that was before me. At the end he said to me "Hobey,I will do anything I can to help you do what it is you are being called to do. Remember, if it is God's will whatever you do will be good." Bishop Thompson was always there for me, and he helped me in every way that he could. There are so many memories, but my most cheerished one was when I had a NAGA Board meeting at the newly completed Proctor Conference Center. He and Russ and Tory (their Golden Retriever) came up to spend an evening with us. As we were about to sing the Doxology before dinner I asked Russ to start us off. "Oh no," she said. "Ask Herb. He has a good pitch!" After dinner he met with us all and asked everyone the same three questions: 1) what is your job on the NAGA board and how is it going? 2) What is going on in your parish and how are you involved and 3) How did you become an Episcopalian? Everyone had a turn to respond, and he told us that he always prayed for all altar guilds on Saturday night. He then prayed with us, mentioning each person by name and the job that they were doing for NAGA. What a gift! Shareing that prayerful experience with Herb inspired us all to excell in our Altar Guild ministry, and drew us, as a board, closer to our Lord and Savior. I will always miss him.
My father was a priest in this diocese under Bishop Thompson and passed away three years ago. I remember seeing the Bishop at Trinity last summer after he had lost his beloved Russelle. He and I shared a moment at the back of the church - both of us with tears in our eyes. I always felt that whenever I looked in the face of Bishop Thompson I was truly looking into the face of God. May he and his beloved Russelle dance the electric slide through eternity. Heaven is a much better place to have him there. Rest in peace, Bishop.
One of the first services Bishop Thompson ever did after he arrived in the Diocese of Southern Ohio was for a Cursillo Workshop. As he finished his talk he began singing "Spirit of the Living God Fall a fresh on me....." as he continued tears began falling down the cheeks of all in the room as the Holy Spirit did indeed fall afresh on each and every one of us.
I am sure he has heard the words that we all long to hear when it is our turn, "Well done, thou good and faithful servant...." What a wonderful tribute to his life.
My prayers and love through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ are with Herb Jr, Owen, and Kyrie and all of the family.
Nancy Brandenburg Stanton, Retired Deacon
St. Matthew's
Westerville, Ohio
I'll always remember when Camp DeWolfe had their annual benefit dinner and decided to honor Bishop Thompson's ministry in the Diocese of Long Island and his love of Camp DeWolfe.
Bishop Thompson was long gone to Cincinatti when I served on the board in Long Island but like the camp song he came up with, "Camp DeWolfe spirit never dies, them bones gonna rise again..."
Bishop Thompsons spirit for people and God will never die, his bones gonna rise again!
P. Van Brunt
Diocese of Florida
song just like Camp
Another high point of BT's tenure occurred in 1990 when Tutu came to town and celebrated the Eucharist our church. I remember they both had a somewhat mischevious gleam in their eyes. Although the service was so moving, the opportunity for us at St. Andrews to learn about a different culture in preparation for the Archbishop's - and so soon after Mandela's release - was just another BT blessing. I seriously doubt that anyone else could pull that off. It was difficult to decide who was the better dance - Tutu or our BT. Oh well, save me a spot on your dance card for when we meet again... and we WILL meet again!
One of Bishop Thompson's first pastoral visits was to Christ Church, Xenia. He and his wife, Russelle, also came to our Picnic which was held at a parishoner's home on a lake. Bishop Thompson cheerfully blessed their new House Boat floating at their dock.
It was May 25, 1988, and I was assigned to be the escort for Fr. Herb Thompson at the ERSO "meet and greet" the candidates for Bishop Coadjutor at Christ Church, Glendale. As we went to the different groups in the building, I was stunned by his complete ease in addressing and responding to the questions presented to him. His instantaneous rapport with all present was a marvel to behold. As we moved from room to room, he asked not about what to expect, but only about my life and ministry. That kind of personal interest and caring seemed to communicate itself to the people of the diocese during those brief visits. For he was subsequently elected on an unprecedented first ballot! As he did with so many other people, he and I formed some kind of a bond that evening. When later, working in another diocese, he heard I was retiring, he asked me to come back and work here. He and Russ visited Louise and I in our home. Now we look forward to "merrily meeting in heaven." Rest in peace good friend. Enjoy your even closer walk with the Lord.
John Bower+
I am honored to join many, many others to express my humble acclaim, jubilation and "it's been good to know you" to my dear friend, Bishop Herbert Thompson. My heart, soul, mind and body were deeply enriched with every contact. I was further enhanced by travel experiences shared with Bishop Thompson, his wife, Russelle, and others to Nigeria, Russia (then the Soviet Union) and New Zealand. His presence made these wonderful experiences even so much more.
'Who among you loves life and desires long life to enjoy prosperity?' Ps. 34:12
Praise to you , Lord Christ!
Wertha D. Smith, St. Margaret's
Bishop Thompson will always be my earth hero! His bright eyes and smiling face could touch your soul - even before he spoke one word. There was a spiritual presence that he brought into the room; it was almost touchable, you could feel the energy, the divine energy.
My life was so richly blessed by Bishop T and Russelle. Staying with their daughter Kyrie, being part of their family, helping to build his vision for youth ministry.
The teenagers who were there in the beginning are now adults. They are leaders in the church - both lay and ordained. I doubt many of them would have "caught" their passion for the Lord had it not been for his devotion to their spiritual well-being. We all owe him such gratitude for his humble servanthood.
Well done good and faithful servant.
May we daily live by his receipe:
To reconile ...
To heal ...
To liberate ...
To serve ...
Rest in peace, my bishop and friend.
This world here on earth has lost a man who through every ounce of his being managed to bring the kingdom of God nearer to us all.
And the church has lost a Bishop who knew how to lead; how to heal; how to pastor; how to reconcile; how to encourage; how to dream; how to be wise and how to be really present. And all because, he first and foremost followed Jesus with his heart, soul, mind and body.
I remember sitting in his office as a young 20 something discussing where God might be calling me in regards to a future in the church. I left that office, feeling like I was the brightest star in the universe and that I could do anything God called me to.
And earlier this year, 10 years later, he spoke at our Diocesan Convention in Tennessee. And he still remembered me. Remembered who I was; where I'd come from and the call before me. Wow. What a man. What a priest. What a Bishop.
To say I was shaped as a minister in the church by Bishop Thompson is an understatement. A friend recently commented to me as I was talking about Bishop Thompson: "he's the bar by which all others are measured." and she was right.
My heart weeps with Kyrie and her brothers because they lost a father. And they are too young to be orphans. I am so very sorry for your loss. And I am so very sorry for the church's loss.
But to Bishop Thompson, thank you. thank you for how you lived here on earth. I can only imagine how you will live now!!!!
So I'll See you there, Bishop Thompson. I'll See you there.
Sally Chambers
Youth Minister
Diocese of Tennessee
Bishop Thompson touched us all with his warmth and compassion. He showed forth God's love every day of his life. While he leaves us with an enduring legacy and well-deserved recognition, he wore his greatness with genuine humility. He was a joyful, spirit-filled man who made us all better persons by his love and example.
Thank you for using the splendid photograph of Bishop Thompson - words cannot adequately convey the message this sends to us. Carolyn & Luther
I don't know how I can express what Bishop Thompson truly meant to me, but I'll try. I thank God for his presence. I was there when he was consecrated in 1988. The next week, he visited my church... I may have been the first person he confirmed. The next time I saw Bishop Thompson was at Bishop Duncan's Consecration in 1997. He saw me, and somehow he remembered me. I was truly touched. His loving smile and his presence meant so much. Since then, I have moved away. I have been many places around the United States. But, every so often, I would return to his web page (while he was still Bishop) and read his messages. Even though I only saw him three times, he was a major guiding force in my life. I will truly miss him. But, I know that he will be waiting for me, when I return home. I look forward to seeing his smile again!
I will always remember Bishop Thompson as one who treats everyone with dignity and respect. When speaking with him, you had his undivided attention.
He always had the utmost respect for the youth in our diocese.
On the way to Kenyon Conference approximately 6 years ago, our son Adam (4 years old at the time) had been playing with a paper crown his sister had made. He kept on putting it on and saying that he was the Bishop.
At the conference, my husband introduced Adam to Bishop Thompson one morning at breakfast. Bishop Thompson kindly dismissed my husband and had a conference with Adam. Adam really did not mention the conversation but as we travelled home at the end of the week I asked Adam how his conversation went with Bishop Thompson. He said that it was fine. When asked what the Bishop had said to him, Adam replied, "He said he was the Bishop first!!!!"
We all had a great laugh!
Mary Williams
Centerville, Ohio
Mine was the privilege of first meeting this wonderful man while he was Rector of Grace Church, Jamaica, in 1980. Ever since then, I admired his caring spirit and deep passion for God and God's people. (His sense of humor goes without saying). My last conversation with Bishop Thompson was at the Third International Conference on Afro-Anglicanism here in Toronto. He was the same Herb..
God has more support in heaven. With Bishop Thompson and Canon Fred Williams, they will still be agitating for just causes.
May Bishop Thompson, Canon Fred & all the faithful departed continue to sing "holy, holy, holy!"
Stephen Fields +
I grew up with the Thompsons, spending almost every summer of my childhood getting into trouble with Herb, Owen, and Kyrie at Camp DeWolfe on Long Island. Back then Bishop T was Father Thompson from Grace Church in Jamaica, Queens--the most popular priest who made going to daily worship fun, who connected with the kids, and made us laugh...and even played the banjo! That always intrigued me for some reason...all the campers would cheer whenever we heard he was the "priest of the week"...he had an amazing way about him that drew you in, and fostered instant trust...maybe it was the way he spoke...maybe it was how he handled himself and led by example...maybe it was how you could see The Lord in those eyes of his. He was the real deal, a class act, a cool dude, and a great man.
I am so thankful that I got to talk to him earlier this year when we celebrated the beginning of Owen's ministry at Trinity St. John's in Hewlett, LI. The line was long to get to him, but so worth the wait! That was the last time I saw him.
To Herb, Owen, & Kyrie...you guys will always be family to me. We've all suffered a lot of loss over the past 4 years, but we must continue to live, laugh and love...we owe it to your mom, dad, my brother, and my dad. I love you all dearly.
Terrence Dyett told me he remembers that "Sing Hallelujah to The Lord" was Bishop Thompson's favorite hymn at camp...today I sing Hallelujah to the Lord for giving us the gift of Bishop Thompson. What a privilege it was to have known him...to say he will be missed doesn't even come close.
Laura said...
My unforgetable memory of Bishop Thompson is of the afternoon we met to discuss my parish assignment after my ordination to the diaconate. There were several possibilities to be considered. We talked about them and the decision was difficult. It was very quiet in his conference room and Bishop Thompson was very relaxed and showed no evidence that there might be other matters on his calendar. We sat in silence as we waited for the Holy Spirit to be with us. Soon, the decision was made. Bishop Thompson was, indeed, a very spiritual person. What a gift it was to be with him and witness the work of the Spirit. I know that he is at peace in the hands of God.
Herbert Thompson, Jr., was a great man, priest and deacon. He served both God and Man without artifice and guile. He could be stern at times, but he also knew how to laugh. May God bless his soul and that of his beloved wife, Russelle.
Those of us who BELIEVE can rejoice in the fact that they are together AGAIN!
-George E. Ferguson
Calvary / Cincinnati
There were two special moments I shared with Bishop Thompson.
I will never forget the huge hugs he was passing out just before the start of the 2000 General Convention which was held in Cincinnati, Ohio at the Netherland Hotel and the kind words he offered as the event began - he called us each by our name and told us what faithful servants we were.
Secondly, the conversation we held about his presence at the dedication of Church of the Good Samaritan, Amelia. He was overjoyed that we were in Clermont County and said that he would never miss the grand openning. We will surely miss him as we celebrate our one year anniversary.
Dance on Bish Dance on...
Bishop Thompson was instrumental is getting the new St Margaret's Episcopal Church building started at its new location in Dayton, Ohio. Bishop Thompson will be missed and was loved.
Colquitt Family
St Margaret's Church
I can't even begin to describe what a good-hearted man Bishop Thompson was, so I won’t even try.
When I heard the news of the Bishop's death so many memories came back.
* His fondness for chocolate cake and his laugh when you teased him about it.
* His door always being open to family and friends, no matter how busy he was with other things.
* The twinkle in his eye when he found something humorous.
* The composed yet deep sorrow on his face at Russelle's funeral mass which made me realize "that's what true love looks like..."
* His speech at the mass after 9/11 and the powerful silence that followed.
So many times he was there for my family with love and support. BT's patience, caring, spirituality, and humor were joyous additions to my life. I am proud to have known him as a friend and will miss him immensely.
My fondest memory of Herb is a sermon he delivered on a confirmation Sunday at Redeemer/Cincinnati several years ago. In it, he told of his call to the ministry, which he experienced in an upper room of his parents' house at a time in his life when he had no direction. In response to his anguished plea to God to show him the way for his life, the dark room filled with light, and a voice not really audible told him what he should do....and the rest is history. We left here can only hope that the lessons we learned from him can guide us forward in our time of trouble--he never doubted that the Church can heal itself no matter how grievously it is wounded. Sing on, Russ....and Herb, I hope you dance forever.
By the 77th entry on this memorial blog, there is little left that has not been said about the passing of our Bishop Herb. As a parent of grown children myself, I pause to pay tribute to Bp. Herb as "father" (lower case 'f'). His burning interest in the families of those he met was simply a reflection of his great, unconditional love of his own biological children and in-law children, as well as ultimately his grandchild. Owen surely got tired of hearing the stories his father told so gleefully about him during and after his ordination to the priesthood. But surely the emotion behind them was his sheer joy and wonder that his son, his beloved son had become a priest. No person is ordained to the priesthood who did not somewhere in his/her history have a role model that indelibly imprinted the love of God and the joy in priesthood on that young soul. How blessed when that person can be one's own parent.
So, while we all mourn the loss, for now, of our Bishop, may we never forget to pray for Kyrie, Owen, and Herb and all the extended family as they come to grips with this terribly unexpected event. May they find it in their hearts to praise God to have had a father - and a beautiful mother - worth mourning.
May he rest in peace and rise in glory
Staff, Anglican Communion Office, London UK
I only had the privilege of meeting Bishop Thompson on a handful of occasions. He was one of those people you could tell was full of the Holy Spirit just on sight. He was a very special man and I am proud to have been received into the Episcopal Church by him.
Colin McEntee
Bishop Thompson followed the Southern Ohio tradition and made his first Episcopal Visitation at my home parish in Zanesville. I was just beginning to explore a call to ordination and he met with me for an hour after the coffee hour while Russelle and Kyrie waited patiently. My personal life was difficult at the time and I didn't have an undergraduate degree. After sharing the details with him, I asked if they were reasons why I could not be ordained. His response was "I think you should plan on seminary next fall." I was the first person to go through the entire ordination process under his guidance and he always gave me good counsel. Bishop Thompson was passionate about the importance of preaching and sitting at lunch in the GTS refectory with Chad Smith and me, he suggested we attend Riverside Church to hear the Rev. James Forbes preach. He then said "You must!, You must!, You must!," emphasizing each one by hitting his fist on the table, causing the dishes to jump. We got the picture and subsequently I took a preaching course at Union Seminary from Rev. Forbes. After I completed seminary, Bishop Thompson advised me to get my undergraduate degree so my academic qualifications would never be questioned or my ordination characterized as “irregular.” When I accepted a call to the Diocese of Missouri, we had a farewell breakfast and revisited many moments we had shared in our respective journeys. He was a friend and mentor and he entered my life at a seminal time. I will never forget him and his lovely Russelle.
I met Bsp. Thompson at a Jublilee conference in Cincinnati. He was such a warm and friendly man. We had a conversation about justice, about calling, and about ourselves. I have cherished his inspiration and thoughtfulness through these years. Thanks be to God for such a great leader.
When I heard the news of Bp. Thompson's death, I was stunned. He was such an inspiration to me in my priesthood. He welcomed me and my family to the Diocese of Southern Ohio in a way that made me believe that of all of the dioceses I had served this would be very special. I will miss him and his gentle guidance. My prayers are with his family.
Bishop Thompson was a friend and partner in the ministry of the Church in the Fifth Province. He has a special place in our family's affection. He was the celebrant at the wedding eucharist for our younger son, Michael, and his wife, Denise, at their wedding at the Cathedral.
Respected by the whole Church and serving it so faithfully, he will be missed here and abroad.
Bishop Thompson was a man who knew how to love and he did so with enthusiasm. His care and concern for everyone was evident in all that he did. I will always remember his personal care for my son and his constant awareness of his life. We will all miss him.
When we think of Bishop Thompson (and Russ), we remember their love of music. One of the songs they sang together was “Blessed Assurance”. We’ve put the text in below because, while always appropriate, we think they are especially poignant now.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine!
O what a foretaste of glory divine!
Heir of salvation, purchase of God,
born of his Spirit, washed in his blood.
Refrain:
This is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long;
this is my story, this is my song,
praising my Savior all the day long.
Perfect submission, perfect delight,
visions of rapture now burst on my sight;
angels descending bring from above
echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
(Refrain)
Perfect submission, all is at rest;
I in my Savior am happy and blest,
watching and waiting, looking above,
filled with his goodness, lost in his love.
(Refrain)
We are blessed to have known them and to have had them among us.
Terry and Cathy Bagot
I am compelled once again to write a few words about my/our beloved Bishop Herbert Thompson. I am so saddened by the news of his death and along with everybody else who knew and loved him will miss his earthly presence. I am heartened by the vision of he and Russelle dancing once again. I imagine her welcoming him to heaven with a song.
I am so glad I got to see him and talk with him at GC06. He was so happy and loving retirement. That smiling face and those smiling eyes will be the vision of him which will stay with me forever.
I wrote a piece for the November 2005 special Interchange honoring Bishop Thompson and told the story of he and I being “prayer partners” many years ago. I said at that time we would be prayer partners for life. That is still true, even though his earthly pilgrimage is over, I know he is still praying with/for me.
I also mentioned a letter he wrote to me in July of 1990, which I still refer to when I need uplifted in the Spirit. At that time I chose not to share those words, I want to share them now. He wrote: “I, too, have been in a spiritual desert on more than one occasion. I have learned something of the faithfulness of God who accompanies us there as the Spirit did our Lord, but who leads us out stronger for having been there and more certain of the Grace of God that sustains us and will sustain us in times of barrenness and adversity.” I am comforted now by his own words to me those many years ago. May he rest in peace with all the saints.
Marlene
As a teacher at Bethany School, I observed a gentle and pleasant Bishop who welcomed all the children with smiles and concern. I will truly miss his visits to our campus on special occasions.
My prayers go out to his family.
Mrs.Dallas
The bible says, “Weeping may endure the night, but joy cometh in the morning.” That, my friends, is very hard to feel right now. But every time we think we have measured our capacity to meet a challenge, we look to the heavens and we're reminded that that capacity may well be limitless. And, but by the grace of God, and the Strength in Him, we will Endure.
Bishop Thompson was like a father to me. I looked up to him in so many ways. He helped me many times in my life and in my family’s. I knew Bishop Thompson for over 20years, and I just recently read SOME of Bishop Thompson’s accomplishments. They are worth the book that needs to be written. Dinner with the President, tea with the Queen, being nominated for presiding bishop of the Episcopal Church in the United States, Haiti and Central America. His most astounding achievements, which he would agree, three outstanding children, and one handsome grandson.
Bishop Thompson had been in Ohio for almost 20 years, but whenever you needed him, whether it be a kind word, or some encouragement, he was there
When we were younger and we wanted to start up the church fraternity,at Grace he was there with the words of encouragement, and the tools that were needed.
When you needed some advice, a shoulder, or just someone to talk to and with, his door was always open, and you always knew he was listening to YOU. At that moment you were top priority.
When I lost my father, it was very hard for me to deal with it, I felt that I had no one to turn to, he was there.
I speak for the entire youth community of Grace Episcopal Church in saying that he was a pillar of a man, a gentle man, a regular "cool guy". He was our "father".
So it is with deep and dying sadness that he is gone, but a great honor, and that I can say he was a friend, and much, much more.
I will miss him so.
“Weeping may endure the night, but joy cometh in the morning”
Brian Tomlinson
I thank you,GOD, that you let our lives touch.
My most vivid memory of Bishop Thompson comes from my General days... he was on the Board of Trustees while I was a student rep to said body. I remember his wisdom at board meetings... and I remember the encouragement he gave me on my gradution day. I was one of the few people in my class who didn't, as of then, have a place to go post GTS. I can see in my mind's eye his looking me in the eyes and telling me that it would turn out all right.
For him, now it is.
Bishop Thompson was a man that inspired you to look deep within your soul and raise your eyes to the heavens. The youth of the diocese had a mentor, a leader, a friend. And now I weep for a man that I haven't seen or spoken to in the ten years since I left Ohio. I weep and yet there is a smile that creeps in as I remember the wonderful moments in which this man would lift my spirits and offer words of encouragement and trust during my time in the diocese. His belief and love in not only our Father, but in others around him, made Bishop Thompson the rock that he was. Despite being away, my thoughts have often lingered on the memories and experiences that I had as a youth in the Southern Diocese of Ohio. Those thoughts have often included Bishop Thompson's warmth, his compassion, and most of all his laugh. I weep and yet am so grateful for the time and the memories that I had with you. Your presence will be missed here on earth and yet it will forever be felt in heaven.
Love and faith to Kyrie, Owen, and Herb Jr.
Jessie Thompson
Former Camp Counselor and Youth Delegate of the Southern Diocese of Ohio
One of my favorite memories of Bishop Thompson was during the early part of the ordination process. After a long interview with him at Diocesan House, he suddenly exclaimed, "P.J. ...what kind of name is that? You know we can't ordain you as P.J.!!!" To which I replied (not knowing if he was joking or being serious) well Bishop, I do have a very nice Saint's name, Phillip." He then, with a twinkle in his eye, replied, "Very good! Then we can ordain you after all!" Tell Nan Peete I said so.
On Oct 9, 2006 several of us from St. Paul's Martins Ferry, traveled to Zanesville to see Bishop Thompson, who had come to ECO for a visit before he retired. After the service, Bishop shook my hand and Nancy Spindler, one of my fellow parishoners, told Bishop Thompson that I had become a grandma for the first time the day before, Oct 8. Bishop Thompson smiled broadly, took both my hands, asked me why in the world was I there and not at the hospital, and asked me all about Audrey's birth. He said he had held many positions in his life but none as great as being a grandpap. I will always remember Bishop Thompson as a great spiritual leader, as well as a great family man. I would have loved to have seen him at play with his grandbaby. My thoughts and prayers are with the family.
The Rt. Rev. Herbert Thompson, Jr.
blessed with gifts of
+ grace + prayer + compassion
+ faith + reconcilation
~ truly a treasured gift of God to all of us
We praise you and thank you, O Lord.
With our prayer through Christ
The Sisters of the Transfiguration
Bishop Thompson always displayed both a keen interest and an intimate knowledge of everything that was going on in my work -- parish by parish, community by community. In all the years I worked with him, he maintained this knowledge and interest and was always generous with his time. He cared deeply for the people and the whole diocesan family.
Why am I not surprised at the number of entries concerned with Herb's guidance to Seminary? He was our Rector at Christ Church in Bellport, Long Island. His own spirituality encouraged us all to take up the task of ministry. My husband entered VTS at age 45, convinced by our dear friend the Lord was calling him. I had the privilege of being the first woman Senior Warden in our Diocese; he was a man of God who opened our eyes and hearts. We shared laughter and tears. I was so looking forward to his Long Island retirement, but I was blessed to have had him in my life.
Jean
its been a few weeks and I still feel the loss not knowing Herb is there when u need him. you know not the day nor the hour.
There are several things that I remember and respect Bishop Thompson for. But there is one major gift that he imparted to me that sticks out the most. Bishop Thompson never hesitated to set aside a moment to give me a handshake or even a hug; not even when he was hurrying to get to another meeting! With that said, I can safely state that in my mind, Bishop Thompson was a man who meant to make a positive influence on the next generation. Bishop Thompson has touched my heart many times with his boldness in making statements, his kindness towards others, and for most of all, his gift of helping me see that the Episcopal Church's tomorrow lies in the hands of my generation and the generations that follow. Therfore, while I did mourn Bishop Thompson's departure from this world, I now praise God for sending Bishop Thompson into my life, for it made a strong positive impact on my life.
May Bishop Herbert Thompson forever praise God in everlasting joy, peace, and prosperity.
Bishop Thompson received me into the Episcopal Church in the Diocese of Southern Ohio. When I came forward and went to kneel before him, he took both my hands and prevented me from kneeling. Together we stood facing one another, and he said the words of welcome and incorporation. I felt as if he were recongizing me as an equal partner in our believing in the one, holy, catholic, and apostolic church. Some years later I was ordained an Episcopal priest and will always rejoice that knowing him was part of my journey. I wish I could talk with him today.... I shall, in my prayer... Janice M. Schuyler
It was my and my family's honor and privilege to have known Herb Thompson from the days in Bellport at Christ Church. We have all scattered but remember what a wonderful presence it was to have him in our Parish. We remained close even after he left Bellport, and my husband and I felt we had experienced a truly sainted person. My heart goes out to Herb, Owen and Kyrie and Jonna and Kizumi and Christian. Reading all of these comments has made me feel what a privilege it was to have known Russ and Herb. May they truly dance through eternity.
Marilyn
Bishop Thompson ment so much to me. My heart is so full of sadness for such a loss. Myself and so many other kids of Grace Episcopal Church had the pleasure of growing up with Bishop Thompson(Father Thompson to me when I was a child) as our Pastor. As an adult I can look back with amazement on how this great man was able to capture the hearts and mind of young people in the church. Father Thompson made sure that we always had a good time. From Saturday morning at the Parish House, Sunday School, 11 A.M. service and then back to the Parish house for Coffee hour, there was an activity for the youth. Jesus said " Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God" and this is what Father Thompson did. Father Thompsons door and heart was always open to us. Growing up with Herb, Owen and Kyrie made the rest of us his kids too. He was a father to us all.
Father Thompson, thank you for all that you've done for us and for so many others. Our angel on earth and now in heaven. You will truly be missed but NEVER forgotten.
Karen Inniss-George
This past summer, I visited the St. John Trinty Church in Woodmere, Long Island, as the cousin to Rev Owen Thompson, I knew that it would be unspeakable to not sent he and his wife a greeting. I left a note explaining that our Aunt Bernice would have wanted me to stop to say "Hello".
As the Family Historian, I was searching the internet for information on my cousin, Russelle (Cross)Thompson, and found that Bishop Herbert Thompson had died.
And for a moment, my thoughts drifted to my youngest sister,
Juanita Ann Chevalier, who died in
1995.She was 29 years old.
In 1974, my sisters and I were orphaned,and Juanita lived with Bishop Herbert and Russelle and their family in Bellport, New York.
Bishop Thompson, and Russelle had a gentle spirit that was very calming to anyone who had the opportunity to be in their presences. They gently touched the hearts of people and have now passed on to be a twinkle in the mid night sky,that will shine upon everyone.
Bishop Thompson was a great family friend and neighbor in New York. Even though I was only a kid when I knew him I could sense the warmth and goodness in his heart.
It has been my honor and my blessing to have known the entire Thompson family
My heart is with Herb Jr. Owen and Kyrie. - Christopher W. Kalpakis
Bishop Thompson was the man introduced my parents to each other-- they have been together ever since. He baptized me. He was minister at my confirmation. He married both my sister and myself. He has been my friend, my counselor, my godfather and my spiritual guide all the days of my life. Man of a thousand jokes and a million songs. A man of great knowledge, great compassion and the deepest conviction.
I miss him terribly. Indescribably. We had such plans for the days of his retirement. Such plans. We were nearly there. Such plans we all had.
Uncle Herb, I love you so. I have all this time later, still not found a way to say goodbye...
I grew up with Bishop Thompson as the minister of Christ Church here in Bellport, New York. I still remember the loss felt here when the family moved on to bigger callings in Ohio.
As you can see, I still think of the Bishop, and his family. I'm sorry to hear of his passing.
Sincerely,
Adele Michelsen
Bishop Thomspon was a great person! I remember whenever he came to the Church of the Redeemer ... where i am a member ; he would light up the room with his words. He reached everyone with his words of the Lord . He grasped me attention asa teen when i needed the most spiritual guidance . I thank him so much for everything he did. I also had the plessure of being confirmed by Bishop Thompson. It was a life changing experience. I have so much to thank him for.
God Bless to everyone .
-Jillian
Uncle Herb.
I still miss you.
I still feel your love guiding me and watching over all the kids. It not like still having your laugh, though. It's not like having you call me up and say "hey, Jaj." I just want us to still be able to do all the things we planned... swap books, sing songs, be activists. Kick back, kick butt and heal the world.
I know you see them, but I wish your grandbabies could see YOU...
Hear you. Sit in your lap and grow up in your love like I got to do. I promise I will love them all I can. I promise I will tell them all about you.
We will sing the songs.
Catch you later...
jA
I think of Bishop Thompson often, I'm not sure if even he knew how special he was to his People.
Uncle Herb,
Still miss you. I have not spoken to Kyrie lately, but your boys and their families are doing so well. You have four, count 'em four grandsons! Who'd have thunk it? We will try to sing them all the old songs and as soon as they're old enough, we'll talk to them about you and Russell. I know you see them, but I wish I you could hold them. I wish I could see you with them. I wish they could see you. I wish you were on the uke and we were singing those songs to them together.
"...dat was your Daddy. Ohhh no! My daddy can't be ugly so..."
Miss you.
Miss you.
I miss you so much still. Every thought of you is still a wound unclosed.
The plans we all had. The time we were going to make up for- family outings, book exchanges, political arguments, activism, art, community outreach, and the singing, the singing. Singing the old songs.
I was going to find a thousand ways to spoil you and finally make you rest! We were gonna watch your beautiful grands grow. Yes. I know. I know you see them and love them from afar, but they can't see YOU. We can't see you. Hear your laugh. Your voice.
Your children are hanging in there, but its so hard for them to have lost you both so soon.
Their children (your grands) are so resplendent, that they are finally finding healing. Imperfect healing perhaps, like the sealing of a cracked vessel with crazy glue, but it will hold water and allow us to carry on.
Of the people I have lost, more than any other, Uncle Herb, I would like to find you again.... waiting upon the other side.
-j
I have to thank my cousin, Janine for making sure this page stays up and running. It really touches and warms my heart reading these posts from time to time and knowing how much my dad meant to people.
There are times when I still pick up the phone to call him for something I know he’d like or find amusing. There are times when I smile when having a good glass of wine and think of him. There are times when I will randomly smell his cologne. There are times when I know he is on the other side shaking his head at me. There are times when I dream of him and literally feel him with me. There are times when it feels as if he just passed yesterday and it’s hard to breathe.
It is inconceivable to me that both of my parents are gone. I was prepared for my mother’s passing. I even prayed for it; for her to be relieved of her illness. But there are days when I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that my dad is gone. It just doesn’t make sense. It feels wrong. I cling to the lessons and even blessings I have found living through this. I marvel at my son and how much he looks and acts so much like my father. I am grateful that my father was the one by my side when Christian was born.
I have discovered just how fiercely I love my father. I have discovered that time does not heal all wounds. There is not enough time to ever make this OK. I guess the pain that I still feel is my soul hurting and my heart still mourning. And as I write this, I can hear my father telling me “Lift up your heart.” I, indeed, lift up my heart in hopes that God will comfort it.
The last time I spoke to my father was a few days before he died. He called me just before he was going to board his plane to Italy. I forget what happened at the time with an airline and terrorist scare, but he sang to me over the phone “when the moon hits your eye” and then said, “BOOM! I’m a terrorist!” We laughed for about 5 minutes. He said he would call me on Wednesday. You think to yourself “if I only knew that would be the last time I would speak to him…” Honestly, I can’t think of a more perfect conversation that I could’ve had. I just wish, beyond measure, that the phone call I got on Wednesday was him instead of his dear friend, Joyce telling me that he died.
I pray for my brothers and me to have a sense of normalcy. I pray that our family memories didn’t stop with the last beat of my father’s heart. I pray for the peace we will find when we embrace our parents again.
I truly understand the lyrics to the song, “A Song for You”. “I love you in place where there’s no space and time.” Even that doesn’t seem to be enough.
The word “love” is not enough.
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