My father, Richard Carter, is gone. He died today at 7.37 p.m. of complications from acute myeloid leukemia. He was 82 years old.
At the end, his wife and I were at his bedside. All was peaceful. A few final breaths, and he was in the arms of his Savior.
I’ll share details of services and his obituary later, once plans are finalized.
My sisters and I are truly grateful for the outpouring of support for us this week. An old high school friend said what so many others have said: “I want you to know that your dad (and mom) had a profound impact on my life as a youth and everything I do in ministry today, I know they get a little credit for. Your family has been a blessing in my life.”
My friend Ethan Edwards, who has seen more than one man’s share of loss and death this year, posted the other day on Facebook:
….finding ever more meaning in the ending words of The Bridge of San Luis Rey:
But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
Photos of my father from the last (nearly) 60 years–