He’s gone home, Steph

Uncle Rich
Yesterday, as we were driving the long stretch between San Antonio and Alamo, I got this text. Oh, we had been expecting it – Uncle Rich had been failing for the last couple of weeks – but still the tears welled up. This is the man who welcomed me into the family with incessant teasing, making me feel instantly loved. This is the man, who with his beautiful wife, gathered my husband into their family when his family fell apart.
This is the man who modeled for my man what a Christ-centered love looks like.
This is a man, who while we rejoice in his home going, will be so very missed.
This is a man who lived Philippians 1:21:
For to me to live is Christ, and to die is gain.
His gain, heaven’s gain – our loss.

He’s gone home, Steph
He’s gone home.

As his last days drew near, his daughter Robin, our cousin/friend/sister, wrote a beautiful piece – My Father’s Hands – that speaks so eloquently of this man and his testimony. If you have a couple of minutes, I can promise they will be minutes well spent.

3 thoughts on “He’s gone home, Steph”

  1. Thank you sweet Stephanie. Welcoming you into our family is one of the biggest blessings I have known. My sibs are the best. I love them all so much and it is amazing to share this time with them. Yet, there is a big part of me that would love to sit with you and have a cup of tea. Thanks for loving mom and dad so well

  2. Oh, Robin – that cup of tea sounds wonderful. How well I remember those precious days following my mothers passing that I spent with my siblings. So many things seem stripped away as you all just celebrate your loved one’s life and help each other through the loss. Through the laughter and the tears – hug each well! His mercies are new every morning! Bless you all!!!

  3. Awesome reflection and testimony. Thanks to my friend Stephanie Conrad for forwarding it. It blessed my heart.

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