eulogy
eulogy for JAMES M. STILL, JR.
As I stand before you now it is incumbent upon me to either tell you something you don’t know about my father James. Or reaffirm what you already do know… perhaps I’ll do a little of both.
To clarify, I was speaking of James. My father, a truly good man. I won’t say great; the word “great” is for history books and biblical texts. Good is what we all strive for, what we hope that we can be. When I wrote that testimonial I deliberately concentrated on the good and minimized – not trivialized but minimized – the bad. Because in the end, I believe this is what he left: his legacy, his good legacy. Joy and love and growth... And who wants to remember the bad anyway?
And I think the response is simple. The measure of a soul is how much you try. James was the epitome of perseverance. Even when all was down and dark, when hopes were bleak, he never gave up. Even when life conspired against him or even when he conspired against himself – and by that I mean he shot himself in the foot a time or two, didn’t he? – but let’s be honest, we’ve all done that. Hmm, I’m probably the champ. But James never… gave… up. And that, more than anything else, is the good measure of a soul. Or the measure of a good soul.
Some question how to feel grateful for a love that was, at times, fraught with distractions. Recently in class I, as a teacher, had the opportunity to address this very concept: my 18 year-old-students had their own issues with their parents and family members, whom they said were not always there for them. Whom they said did not always respond to them the way they felt they should have been responded to.
But they were focused on the wrong thing, weren’t they? They should have been asking what did they expect from themselves? And why did their expectations lead to such bitter disappointment for some of them? I know I can’t answer such deeply personal questions for others but I can tell you where they went wrong in their thinking. It’s not about how much love we think we should get. It’s about how grateful we are for what we do get.
You see, my Dad had issues. But that’s no secret; I’m betraying no one in making that statement. My students would call that “keeping it real.” See, I’ve come to learn he was pretty much doing the best he could with what he had. Sure, there were some moments he could’ve done better, some moments when others did do better, and still other moments when nobody else could have possibly surpassed him. Hey, he had his limitations, and those limitations often angered or frustrated both him and those around him.
But what lifted him above the fray were his efforts to go beyond. The limitations he had and his struggles to overcome them defined him. Add to them the limitations that the world insisted on holding over him and insisted on saying he could not overcome – well, often the world was wrong, wasn’t it? “You can’t start a business like that, we can’t give you money for that, you can’t call a general that, YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”…. Well, often the world was wrong, wasn’t it? And that, too, defined him. Maybe moreso than anyone else here today because Jim always…ALWAYS… pushed on. He was not his name; he was not “Still”. I know that he did his best with what he had, and I am grateful for that.
I see what he gave – unconditional love; support; money, lots of money, even when he didn’t have it; steadfastly maintaining his belief in the Still family despite the many bumps in the road that all families have. Most recently he supplied my wife and son with the money they needed to catch a sub-supersonic flight across the
This bears repeating: I see what he gave, embrace it, and use it to make me better.
I realize the strength I have drawn from him and will continue to draw from him. I realize that I could never! be where I am today without what went before. James and Theresa shaped me more than anything else in this world – noting that there were few people who desperately needed more shaping than I.
But I did it: I made it through, I made it here to address you today, I made it to a successful career as a teacher, and a successful family man and home renovator and writer and photographer and hardcore bicyclist and all the rest because my parents shaped and loved and were very, very patient with me.
And that’s the other thing I learned from the laudable example of James Monroe Still, Junior. Love is patient. Patience and perseverance go hand in hand. And if you are patient, I guarantee you will find a reason for gratitude. You will embrace what has been given you, no matter how flawed. And you will learn to give even more love in return.
Dad – thanks for that….
I promise that I will carry with me your lessons of patience and perseverance… and love…. Everyday and everywhere I go.
In closing, I have a… final….. farewell for my father that I wish to share with all of you.
[traditional Bahamian gospel song with lyrics “tweaked” by me]
Lay down my dear Father, lay down and take your rest
I want to lay your head upon your Savior's breast
I love you, but Jesus loves you best
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
Lay down my dear Father, lay down and take your rest
I want to lay your head upon your Savior's breast
I love you, but Jesus loves you best
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
One of these mornings bright and early and soon,
Jim is pickin' up his spirit to the shore beyond.
Go walking in the valley of the shadow of death;
God is gathering His children at the ending of the world.
He loves the children that were so good.
His rod and his staff gonna comfort Jim.
He’ll go walking to
We’ll remember right well, we’ll remember right well.
Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight.
Lay down my dear Father, lay down and take your rest
I want to lay your head upon your Savior’s breast
I love you, but Jesus loves you best
I bid you goodnight, goodnight, goodnight
I bid you goodnight, goodnight,
goodnight.......