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  • Pa Palmer

    May 15, 2007

    Friday afternoon, Antique Daddy and Sean and I were on our way to celebrate Mother’s Day weekend with Memaw when we got the phone call. The father of one of our dearest friends had passed away unexpectedly.

    Pa Palmer, as everyone called him, was 85-years-old. On Monday, we returned him to the sandy East Texas soil from whence he came.

    Except that we all will miss him terribly, it is no tragedy really. Pa Palmer lived long and he lived well. He loved others and was loved in return. He lived by his faith and he died by his faith. In that there can be no tragedy.

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    Pa Palmer was a mild and unassuming man with smiling eyes that turned downward at the corners. I remember the first time I met him. He was a greeter at a church I was visiting and he reached out to shake my hand as he handed me a bulletin. His hands were large and warm and soft and perfectly matched his face. As I got to know Pa Palmer, I learned that the only thing larger and warmer and softer than his hands was his heart.

    Pa Palmer made his living working with his hands, but he made his life serving with his hands. Someone told the story of how one time when he was delivering a meal to a shut-in, he spied a rusty and broken fan in the trash. He took it home, fixed it and returned it the following week. A fan is a blessed thing to have in Texas. One time I mentioned in passing that a lamp I loved had quit working. Not long thereafter, he showed up at my house and fixed it. As I watched him sit at my kitchen table tinkering with mysterious lamp parts, there was an unmistakable light and glow about him that came from within. To do for others was a joy to him. But perhaps the memory most deeply etched in my mind is watching him pull his 4-year-old great granddaughter up into his lap and those large hands of his patiently and tenderly combing the tangles out of her wispy white angel hair.

    As we filed past the coffin, I reached out and touched Pa Palmer’s hands for the last time, the hands that had touched so many lives in the past 85 years. They were not soft and warm this time, but hard and cold. He was not there. The spirit and and energy that had fueled his life’s work had flown away home.

    Tears filled my eyes and overflowed. I patted his hand one last time. Farewell Pa Palmer. Until we meet again.

    14 Comments »

    1. Debbie says:

      Beautiful.

      May 15th, 2007 at 7:26 pm

    2. Beck says:

      What a lovely post for a lovely man.

      May 15th, 2007 at 8:46 pm

    3. jean says:

      You made me cry. How beautifully written. What a wonderful tribute to this man.

      May 15th, 2007 at 9:47 pm

    4. Big Mama says:

      Great tribute.

      May 15th, 2007 at 9:59 pm

    5. wordgirl says:

      A life such as his is a gift to many, and in that there is no tragedy either.

      May 15th, 2007 at 10:20 pm

    6. Joyful Days says:

      Sounds like while he leaves a void here, he was expected “there.”

      We had a friend like that. He & his dear wife changed our lives.

      With a prayer of comfort to you and all (I’m betting there’s many) who loved him.

      ~Julie~

      May 15th, 2007 at 11:04 pm

    7. jen says:

      That was wonderful. What an awesome man. How blessed you were to have known him.

      May 16th, 2007 at 8:22 am

    8. Elizabeth says:

      “He lived by his faith and he died by his faith. In that there can be no tragedy.” How true. Beautiful tribute.

      May 16th, 2007 at 9:17 am

    9. Robbin says:

      His picture looks just like Kris’s grandfather who we lost a few years ago to a combination of heart disease and cancer. He also sounds like the same kind of man. Kris often says that his grandfather was his model for what it was to be a good man. He died at 85, and while we miss him, it was hard not to see his funeral as the celebration of a life well lived. His wife of over 60 years followed him within a year later. They were just never meant to be apart.

      May 16th, 2007 at 10:07 am

    10. Susan J. says:

      Well said. He was a man who loved to serve, and as Jeff said so well, he raised his daughters to be servants. That they certainly are.

      May 16th, 2007 at 11:20 am

    11. Snapshot says:

      Is there anything as beautiful as the aged hands of the elderly. Just looking at them is like searching through volumes of memories. The elderly’s hands are some of my favorite photographic subjects.

      May 16th, 2007 at 2:57 pm

    12. Shalee says:

      AM, your ability and talent to express so much love, appreciation and tenderness in a post is stunning. Beautiful words to describe a man with a beautiful heart for the Lord.

      May 16th, 2007 at 3:55 pm

    13. Susan says:

      Funny, my mom’s hands are still what I miss most about her, as well. So much comfort in them.

      Beautiful post, as always.

      May 16th, 2007 at 10:31 pm

    14. Twisted Cinderella says:

      I am so sorry. This was a lovely tribute to an obviously wonderful, well-loved man.

      May 20th, 2007 at 7:21 am

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