Godly Men – My Father

To conclude this little series, I wanted to talk a bit about the man who I have known the longest, how has made the most extensive impact on my life – My father. I know I inherited his love of travel. Mom jokes about both of our middle names being “Let’s go.” I can have a duffle bag packed and be headed for the door a bit quicker than he can now, but he would be right behind me. The only thing that would get him out the door quicker was if someone needs him.

I was raised with a strong example. A few weeks ago, on a rather lazy Saturday morning, we received a phone call. It was a bit early, but not a big deal. I was heading outside in my farm clothes (old jeans and holey t-shirt) to feed the horse. I heard “What hospital?” and I knew to turn around, head back to my bedroom, shave and get dressed. We were going somewhere. I have been shocked to discover that such a reaction is not typical for people in my age group. It has always been an automatic assumption in my household, even to the point where it is second nature even when dad was off at a football game at the other side of the state.

I posted a few weeks ago about giving a speech at GMC. The man who introduced me (Edward Shelor, also mentioned on Tuesday) pulled me aside before the start of the event. He told me that he had my introduction, but wouldn’t be mentioning my “greatest accomplishment.” A few years earlier, he had been taken to the hospital with abnormal heart rhythm. His niece, who is one of my best friends, and who I was working with on the campaign at the time, called and told me. She was worried because she was stuck at a campaign event for another hour. What she didn’t know is that dad had heard me talking on the phone, had gotten dressed, and we were on our way before she had even finished telling me what was happening. We beat her to the hospital. What Shelor calls my “greatest accomplishment” is nothing more than the influence of my father being automatically applied in a real life situation.

Some of my other “great achievements” have been planning events. As a graduate assistant, I had to plan two program dinners, and oversee a statewide academic conference. My first time meeting with the caterer, she made the comment, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” No, I had not. I had just been sitting in dad’s meetings setting up conferences for most of my life. By my being able to see him organizing conferences twice a year for most of my life, I was ready and knew what had to be done. While I did get nervous, I was able to pull it off without panicking.

Dad has a network of spies. By network, I mean a HUGE network. I can be anywhere in the state and run into someone who refers to me as “Little Quincy.” It’s not uncommon for Dad to know where I am, and who I’m with, before I’m even done with my dinner. Some of his spies (I’m thinking of Harold Mason here, among others) even like getting me in trouble. (I promise, I had shrimp gumbo in that glass, not a margarita… My Diet Coke was right beside me on the table.)

Dad has always been a model of hospitality and responsibility. During the summer, he keeps our yard in immaculate condition. He cuts the grass once or twice a week. He always asks me (bugs me?) about checking the oil in my truck and keeping it clean. He is always willing and eager to invite people over for lunch after church, or for dinner during the week.
He loves music, as do I. While our styles may be slightly different, we still are able to sing with each other and have a good time. He leads the music at our church. While he might annoy me at times with his song selection (seriously, I can almost guarantee that one of four songs will be sung every Sunday…) I have come to have a new respect for the dedication it requires. He’s started getting me to fill in for him when he can’t be there. While I still feel a little out of place, that is just another thing we share.

I remember how proud I was the first time Dad and I had gone somewhere and we were introduced as “Mr. Simpson and his father.” But, I know I’ll always be Little Quincy, and that’s okay with me. Love you, Dad.

3 thoughts on “Godly Men – My Father

  1. Well, I guess late reading this is just ok. Daniel, you have been blessed among many men and the best part, you know the truth of this statement. I will always, here and eternity, be honored, grateful, thankful and very unworthy to know and love your Daddy. He is my brother though DNA hasn’t discovered that fact. Event typing the words “faithful friend” doesn’t do Big Quincy the respect he deserves. May our Lord continue to knit your heart to his and may I get a front row seat, watching. I love you!

  2. Reblogged this on Known in the Gate and commented:
    I first posted this a several years ago, but it is just as relevant today as it was then, if not more so. As I have gotten older, the things he has taught me become more and more relevant in my mind. Happy Fathers’ Day, Dad. Love you.

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