unfortunately, the emergency was a serious one, his father just had a "massive heart attack" and had to be airlifted to a nearby hospital. karin & linford were just leaving birmingham and headed home so they could be with him as soon as possible.
sadly, i just got a call from karin letting me know that linford's father had just passed away. this, as karin said was "sudden and unexpected." she asked me to post something just to let everyone know what had happened.
many have heard and read of the admiration, love and respect that linford spoke of his father with, both verbally and in his writings. my best wishes and thoughts go out to linford, karin, and to their entire family during this time. peace to you all.
something linford had written about his father a couple of years ago...
Every day arrives, becomes evening, becomes night, becomes morning: Birth – Life – Death – Resurrection: Wow God.
A hawk flies dead quiet into the locust grove next to the garden and waits: Birth – Life – Death – Resurrection: Wow God.
The maples this year were golden, rouged through and through, gilded with ambers and lovely rust. The maple grove shook out the softest yellow blanket of leaves, a kneedeep invitation. Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring: Birth – Life – Death – Resurrection: Wow God.
My own father turned 80 this fall. My father: the Amish boy who left the Amish farm at age 21 and eventually bought an upright piano for his own son. Birth – Life – Death – Resurrection: Wow God.
This is the vibration of the universe, the everywhere song, the rhythm of everything.
Linford Detweiler for Over the Rhine,
Nowhere Farm, November 3, 2006
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Well said.
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