See Ya Later
January 19, 2018
My family has lost a great man to death, but we know where he is. My Dad, Reuben E. Dunckel, went home to be with the Lord on January 9, 2018 just six (6) months before his 86th birthday. He leaves behind a wife, four children and their families (that is over 80 grands and great-grands).
All of us kids (Tommy, Wanda, myself, and Duane) were able to see Dad one last time before he was cremated. I will admit it was one of the hardest things I have ever done–walking into the room that held my dad’s lifeless body. I struggled.
I had lost the man who I was named after; I bore his name. On more than one occasion people have told me that he and I acted alike, looked alike. I agree, I am very much like my dad.
My dad wasn’t perfect, but boy could he love. He referred to Maxine, my mom, as his Filet Mignon. His love language was physical touch which meant a lot of rough housing, back scratches and hugs. He had the strongest hands imaginable in his younger days. My fondest memory is when he would rub those big sausage-like fingers on the back of my hand and tell me, “I love you.”
My dad is gone; but I know where he is. You see, when I was two years old, he and my mom gave their lives to Christ. Over the past 59 years, they have been living out their faith in the hope of seeing Jesus face to face, either in the rapture or in death.
So…I did not say good-bye to my Dad; good-bye is too final. I believe the words of Jesus,
2 “In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if it were not so, I would have told you; for I go to prepare a place for you. 3 “If I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself, that where I am, there you may be also.
Therefore, I say, “See ya later; love ya!”