Walking with Dad

“Walking with Dad”

Mom told me that when she and Dad were first married, he and Granddad Wyatt made all the decisions and she and Grandma Amy had to “walk behind them”.  After Granddad Wyatt passed in 1961, Mom said that Dad begin to rely more upon her and her judgement and she begin to “walk beside him”.  (After I was grown and had moved to Texas, she would tell me from time to time about an idea that she suggested that worked particularly well and how surprised Daddy was that she knew as much as she did.  She would simply say, “I guess he didn’t realize I grew up on a farm and we had to know how to fix fence, put up hay, handle cattle, and all the things that come with a farm”.)  In the later years as Dad became ill with Alzheimer’s disease, Mom said that she had to “walk in the lead with him”.   I have never known anyone who handled all three roles with more submissive grace.  As she put Dad to bed each night during those difficult Alzheimer years, she would kiss him, tell him that she loved him, and ask him if he loved her, to which he would simply reply, “Yes I do”.  She once told me in one of the greatest understatements of all times, “I think your Daddy truly loved me”.  It gives me great comfort to know that they are once again walking together in total submission to one another and the Lord Jesus Christ.