July 26, 2009

  • A sad post....

    My father, Lawton Gambill, died at 1:35 a.m. this morning, with my mother on one side and me on the other.  He'd been very ill for a longish time, and there's no doubt the only reason he lived this long is due to Mom's dogged, determined, devoted care of and for him. 

    I loved him dearly - well, still do, of course, as I still love my dearest Donald! - and love my mother. 

Comments (3)

  • My heartfelt condolences to you and your whole family, Anne. Mrs. Gambill, to you especially - may the Lord bear you up in His gracious arms during these difficult days and the weeks and months ahead.

  • There's not much to add to Gilda's beautifully worded sentiments, except that she said what I would like to say! I love you, Anne, and send my deepest regard and condolences to you and all the rest of your wonderful family. Anne, in an incredibly sad way, you can be there for your mother in a way none of her other children can. Hugs, Mrs. G!


  • Hi, Anne,

    Fr. Bill here.

    My Dad died April 28, and when I compared notes with my brother we found we had the same overall reaction: joy and gratitude for having a father who was so memorable, so prudent, so strong when deploying strength cost him a lot.  As men entering the border lands of old age (I'm 62, Wes is 51), Dad's example in his 70s and 80s (he was 84 when he entered heaven) is a glowing, vibrant example for us to follow.  We rejoice he's reunited with all those he loves -- this parents, his son, his wife, and many others.  In many ways, we both look forward eagerly to catching up with him.

    God grant you may rejoice in His goodness and grace, flowing freely from the One from whom all fatherhood in heaven and on earth is named.


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