The day I said goodbye to my dad for the last time, holding his hand, whispering “it’s ok, Dad, go on home.”
The day my Hannah will link arms with her team and dance during halftime of the #9 West Virginia University vs. #1 Baylor basketball game. And as I spend this day remembering dad and traveling with Hannah, I am reminded that legacy – that which comes after us and from us – isn’t about money. Or awards. Or grand scale, world-changing words.
Legacy is about how you live each day in your home, at your workplace, in your corner of the world.
Legacy is about the moments.
My Dad’s legacy…a legacy of moments.
Camping, swimming, twirling. Disciplining, loving, providing. Stitching us up. Taking others in. Day in. Day out. And now that he’s gone? His two daughters have two daughters and a son. None are famous or non profit founders. No gold medals. No accolades or awards to wow the masses.
But one is performing this evening in a place dad loved – for his favorite team. I can see him sitting in the stands, popcorn and Pepsi in hand, watching his legacy, his granddaughter. I can see him cheering on the Mountaineers (while yelling at the referees!)
While he won’t be there, three parts of his legacy will be. And wherever we go, we are his daughters, his grandchildren. We want to represent dad well…isn’t that the best way to honor his memory? To carry on his name? By living and loving well?
Out of love for Dad, for Poppy, we want to be people who love, who give. Just like him.
And being those who love doesn’t happen in front of audiences. It rarely happens in the big or on Facebook. Love happens in the small. In the living rooms. On car rides. Beside hospital beds. In classroom and in cubicles.
So, today, friends, in honor of my Daddy – and our Father in Heaven- I pray you love those who live under your roof and serve alongside you each day – even the unlovable ones. I pray you care for the widow and the orphan. I pray you cheer on your daughters and converse with your sons. I pray you desire to leave a REAL legacy of love…a legacy of moments.
And if you’re mourning alongside me today, I pray you see how your life carries your lost loved ones on…carry them well.
As I wrote this post, I hummed this song. It’s my anthem; my prayer today. To be a child of mercy and grace who blessed your name unapologetically...Just want to hear, well done, good and faithful one.
Legacy by Nicole Nordemon
I don’t mind if you’ve got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
And you can take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all the Who’s Who’s and So-and-So’s
That used to be the best at such-and-such
It wouldn’t matter much
I won’t lie, it feels all right to see your name in lights
We all need an “atta-boy” or “atta-girl”
But in the end I’d like to hang my hat on more besides
The temporary trappings of this world
I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love?
Did I point to You enough
To make a mark on things
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace
Who blessed Your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy
I don’t have to look too far or too long a while
To make a lengthy list of all that I enjoy
It’s an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such
Will soon enough destroy…
Not well-traveled, not well-read
Not well-to-do or well-bred
Just want to hear instead
Well done, good and faithful one