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This post is the twenty-sixth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. He died 12 years ago on Memorial Day, May 26, 1998. It had been a long night with little sleep as the sun began to rise on Memorial Day in 1998. My stepmom had come into the Read more of A Good Death This post is the twenty-fifth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. He died 12 years ago on Memorial Day, May 26, 1998. On the Sunday before Memorial Day, my father became weaker and was not able to respond verbally anymore. His breathing was shallow and he slowly slipped Read more of A Peace Beyond Understanding This post is the twenty-fourth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. He died 12 years ago on Memorial Day, May 26, 1998. As part of the hospice care at home for my father, we stopped all of his twenty-four medications except for those that helped to control his Read more of Coaching for Life This post is the twenty-third in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. He died 12 years ago on Memorial Day, May 26, 1998. My father’s physician called a local hospice and my dad was headed home from the hospital in an ambulance. A hospital bed was delivered along with Read more of Last Days This post is the twenty-second in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. He died 12 years ago on May 26, 1998. It was approximately a week before Memorial Day when my stepmom called to say that my dad had been admitted to the hospital, again. I drove the familiar Read more of Hospice Time This post is the twenty-first in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. He died 12 years ago today. Dear Dad, I’ve been thinking about you tonight on the twelfth anniversary of your death. I am on a 16 hour night shift responding to a variety of crises Read more of Dear Dad Sometimes days go by, maybe weeks or months, where there is routine and predictability in life. There is a rhythm that feels natural and right. We even fool ourselves into thinking we are in control of our own destiny. And then something shifts, and we wake up and realize that our life has changed. Sometimes Read more of Peace within Chaos This post is the twentieth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. My father was a conservative Baptist pastor in the sense that he was traditional in most of his theological beliefs. On the other hand hand my father also rejected being called a fundamentalist. He had many Read more of A Liberal Conservative This post is the nineteenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. My father was a “country boy” who grew up in Tuscaloosa and Hale counties in rural, west Alabama as the youngest of seven children. His father was a sharecropper during the week and a pastor on Read more of Humble Roots This post is the eighteenth in a series, “Lessons from my Father, Lewis Marler,” who lived from 1921-1998. When my mother died in 1965, my father battled with various levels of depression off and on for the next thirty-three years until his death. I do not mean he was incapacitated by his depression, because he Read more of Overcoming Depression |
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