September 2: In Memory of My Dad 11 Years Later

On this date, also Labor Day 11 years ago, my beloved Dad left his lymphoma-wracked body and entered his eternal reward in Heaven, with the Lord he served his entire life. While his passing left an enormous void in the lives of all of us family members and his many friends, he also left behind an amazing legacy of love, compassion, encouragement, and a truly godly example in the roles of servant of God, husband, father, grandfather, brother, uncle, and friend.

My Beloved Dad.


Last year, I was inspired to write my first book, in his honor and memory, entitled Fatherly Reflections. Here is an excerpt from my book (I apologize, because this makes for a very long post–but I hope you will read it to the end– thanks!):

How does one fully express the importance of a father’s influence on his family’s life? What place does his masculine presence fill?

The condition of society today certainly demonstrates the dire effects of the absence of fathers, or the heart- breaking evidence of abusive fathers. What about those fathers who are kind, decent men, fully committed to their families?

Ben was such a man. From the early stages of married life, and as the first of four children arrived, Ben demonstrated that he was wholeheartedly involved in raising and training his children. He also displayed his deep love for his wife, Rena, whom he had met in Germany where both had served in the military in the 1950s. He had served in the Army, while she had served in the Air Force. Ben consistently lavished his wife with tokens of affection — on special occasions and for no reason at all, except that he loved her. On a daily basis, Ben modeled ‘lessons of life’ for his children in numerous ways.

Ben was a hard worker, believing that a person must earn his or her paycheck, as his motto was, ‘an honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay.’ At the end of a long day, however, Ben had no problem with putting the work behind him and concentrating on his family. He relished the warmth and comfort of his home, greeting anyone who visited with his renowned ‘bear hugs’ that instantly made people feel welcome.

This wonderful man stressed the importance of a deep spiritual relationship with God and faithfully practiced his beliefs, not only in a consistent fashion in his own life, but also as he accompanied his family to church every Sunday. Ben and his family were actively involved in their church, often inviting guests over for dinner, reaching out to those without families, and welcoming out-of-town visiting ministers over for the night.

Ben and his wife spent many years creating wonderful memories for their children. Probably one of the best investments he ever made was a pop-up camper, in which the family traveled countless miles all over the country, garnering many years’ worth of camping adventures.

Even after the children were out on their own, married, and providing Ben and Rena with grandchildren, nothing could compare to family gatherings ‘back home.’ The years seemed to melt away, as the next generation eventually enjoyed stories and home movies depicting their parents’ and grandparents’ lives in their younger days.

Dad with his first grandchild, Andy.
Dad with his first grandchild, my son Andy.

Tragically, in the spring of 2001, Ben experienced a mysterious affliction and a debilitating illness. After several diagnoses, a specialist determined that Ben had a form of lymphoma that was particularly aggressive and resistant to treatment.

Within several months’ time, Ben had lost a significant amount of weight, taking on the appearance of a gaunt old man even though he was only 68 years old. He eventually lost the ability to walk on his own or stand for long periods of time and needed constant personal care. Ben was blessed to have his wife, who had been a registered nurse for nearly 50 years, as his own personal nurse during his illness.

Although Ben’s physical being continued to suffer the vicious attack of his illness, he was a spiritual giant throughout his entire ordeal. He never once blamed God for this illness or any of the pain and ongoing treatments he endured. He continued to welcome guests into his home, even though he could no longer stand to greet them. He daily encouraged his family, relatives, and friends to love and care for each other, and to keep God foremost in their lives.

Dad, Mom, my siblings, and me prior to Dad’s passing.

In late August 2002, Ben entered the Veterans Hospital in Manchester, New Hampshire. His family, including many of the grandchildren and other loved ones, surrounded him for several days, under the watchful but compassionate eyes of the hospital’s wonderful healthcare professionals.

Ben remained lucid and aware of his surroundings, thanking all those who visited him, expressing gratitude to the healthcare staff for their excellent care, and reminding family and friends alike to not blame God for what had happened, but to instead thank Him for all the time Ben had enjoyed with his family and loved ones.

On Labor Day of 2002 (9-2-2002), Ben passed away quietly, following the semi-comatose state he had been in for nearly 48 hours. Fittingly, Rena — his beloved wife and companion of over 45 years — was the one by his side when he passed on.

The amazing hospital staff had prepared beds in other rooms near Ben’s room so family members could get some sleep that night after having been up for many hours without sleep. The nurses immediately but gently awoke the family members to let them know it was time to say goodbye.

The grief was overwhelming at Ben’s passing, yet an incredible peace filled the room … as if the angels stood by in awe of the love that everyone had for this man. It seemed as if all of those present became enveloped in the heavenly light of Ben’s going home, realizing that he was now pain-free, whole, and embracing his beloved Lord whom Ben had served his entire life, sharing one of those great “bear hugs” for which Ben was well known!

At Ben’s memorial service, the church was packed. Even grown men wept unashamedly at the loss of this man, who had been like a brother or a father to them.

As people shared their fond memories of Ben, the overwhelming theme was his compassion, his consistent life of faith, his deep love for his wife and family, as well as his great ‘bear hugs’ — a sentiment that elicited the unanimous response that everyone would sorely miss those hugs!

One of Ben’s younger granddaughters brought a moment of comic relief by sharing a story from one of many camping trips. She described how her Grampy used to snore so loudly, he would shake the whole camper. Anyone who used to go on those camping trips, even in nearby campsites, laughed and nodded in agreement.

Ben was a giant among men and nobody will ever replace him; how can I state this with such conviction? I can express it emphatically because I had known him for 44 years at the time of his passing.

You see … Ben was my Dad.

My book cover: Silhouette of my Dad and oldest daughter, Shara, fishing during a camping trip.

Shara’s comment on this picture:

“Grampy and I sat there for a good two hours, with our lines cast, anticipating the first nibble of some unsuspecting fish.

We didn’t talk; we didn’t have to.

The thoughts in our minds were too great, yet too simple for words.

This was our special place, a place where we didn’t have to talk to communicate, where people weren’t bothering us, where we could just sit and bask in the simplicity of it all.”


If you read all the way through this–thank you and God bless you! Do you have special memories of loved ones who have passed on?



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13 comments to “September 2: In Memory of My Dad 11 Years Later”

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  1. claudia krusch - September 2, 2013 Reply

    I loved your post, it made me appreciate my dad even more!

  2. Wendy Baudín, Self-Love Sherpa and Wisdom Guide - September 2, 2013 Reply

    Dear Karen Lee,
    So very touching and sweet…what a awesome tribute to your Father. Lovely and Loving.

    I am from UBC, so nice to meet you. Come and visit me some time

    Namaste with Unity “Love” Consciousness,
    Wendy Baudín
    Self-Love Sherpa and Wisdom Guide

  3. Laurie - September 2, 2013 Reply

    Dear Klee,

    Thank you for sharing your father’s legacy with us. I grew up without a dad — I only met him when I was 29! — and I am blessed knowing your dad was such a good man. It truly makes me happy to know that some people grow up with Godly men in their lives.

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  4. Tamala - September 2, 2013 Reply

    What a beautiful tribute to your father! How blessed you were to have each other 🙂 I hope you are smiling on this day as you reflect on all the amazing moments you two shared and how your lives were both enriched. Thank you for sharing such a special part of what makes you who you are.
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  5. Penny McDaniel - September 2, 2013 Reply

    This is such a beautiful and moving tribute to your father. He sounds like such a wonderful man through your words and reflections. I see my own father aging; I don’t know how much time he has left in his life, so I try to make each day count with him. But know this, even though your father is not here on the physical plane, he is closer than your next breath each time you think of him, and even when you are not thinking of him. He’s there… Thanks for sharing such a special part of yourself. Blessings, my friend.
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  6. Kristine Green - September 2, 2013 Reply

    Also included in the picture although not visible was my dad’s 12th grand child who was named after him. Even though Benji my son didn’t live passed his birthday day, at least he had my great father’s name.

  7. Francene Stanley - September 3, 2013 Reply

    He must have been a wonderful man to know. You’re very lucky to have him as an example of how to live. I can never understand how people blame God when something goes wrong–as if the creator caused it to spite them. As long as we remain loving to the end, we’ll inspire others.
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  8. Linda Simpson - September 3, 2013 Reply

    A beautiful post. Thank you for sharing

    Linda xxx
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  9. Donalda Martin - September 3, 2013 Reply

    Oh my what a wonderful tribute to your father and thank you for sharing it with us. Hugs!!!

  10. pauline margaret - September 3, 2013 Reply

    Thats a lovely tribute to your dad,you must miss him .
    i also lost mine 6yrs back, he had the asbestos disease was really horrid was with him when he died ,he was a cabinet maker i have his furnisher that he made, i will never part with them,my mum had alzheimer’s was always on holiday or in scotland her home town ,she was always singing she died before my dad,miss them so much ,just have to think of the happy times
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  11. Seema Khan - September 3, 2013 Reply

    oh hun this is a wonderful way to remember . hugs

  12. Sophie Bowns - September 4, 2013 Reply

    He sounds like an amazing person. It is so important to hold our family close to us because once they are gone all we will have left is the memories. We need to make them positive ones!
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  13. Melinda - September 4, 2013 Reply

    So sorry for your loss; so glad you have such wonderful memories.

    My latest blog post was in memory of my parents, too.

    I have downloaded your book and hope to read it soon.
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