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The Other Randall Golden, 1954-2015

Dad.

Photo swiped from a relative on Facebook, date unknown. I have no pics of him on hand. Shots of the two of us together exist but are rarer than mint copies of Action #1.

I was notified Monday night my father had once again been hospitalized, but this time the doctors estimated he had about two days to live. Unrelated, unfortunate complications kept me from visiting him that very evening, but Anne and I began putting plans together to visit him tonight.

After I arrived at work this morning, I learned their estimate was off by about forty hours and that he’d passed away shortly before midnight.

The last time I saw him alive was on the morning of our wedding day in 2004. He’d arrived hours before anyone else, including us, because he wanted to congratulate us in private. We spoke for less than five minutes before he took his leave.

We spoke on the phone once every couple years after that, mostly about medical updates. We share a first name, and it’s entirely possible I’ll be sharing some of his conditions in the years ahead.

My preferred method of working through unique events (better or worse, good guy or bad) is to ponder at length in this space, but for dozens of reasons this moment doesn’t feel like the right time for new essays. The first time I tried to string any clauses together this evening, an ostensibly simple, fourteen-word Facebook status took me twenty-five minutes to write, including an extended thesaurus consultation and an editorial review by Anne at my repeated insistence.

Between this and other little signs throughout the day, I strongly believe God’s been trying to tell me to be still and spend more time listening, reading, thinking, and praying for a good while.

The funeral is Friday, but I’ve no idea how the next two days will go, either offline or here on the site. More introspection? Extended radio silence? Deep diving into Scripture? Off-topic distraction? Wish I knew.

Apologies for the disjointed fragments. For now I’m putting my inadequate words away, shutting up, standing by, and waiting to see what comes next.

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About Randall A. Golden
Hoosier since birth, geek since age 6, father at 22, Christian at 30; launched Midlife Crisis Crossover at 39. Full-time service rep; part-time internet contributor; former message board admin; inhabits Twitter as @RandallGolden. Views expressed herein do not necessarily reflect those of any other corporation, being, or party line.

8 Responses to The Other Randall Golden, 1954-2015

  1. snowfox66 says:

    My condolences. Your incite is very clear.and full of wisdom.

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  2. Kat says:

    I’m so sorry for your loss. I’m praying that God rests his soul and gives you peace.

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  3. NotAPunkRocker says:

    I am sorry for your loss. Do what you need to do to take care of yourself during this time; several of us have been there and understand how it can go, from one extreme to another.

    Wishing you and your family peace and love during this time.

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  4. Honie Briggs says:

    No words. Comfort to you, Randall.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Gosh, I’m sincerely sorry to hear your Father passed away and before you could visit him. I wish you peace and comfort.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. rarasaur says:

    Wishing you all the stillness and sight your heart needs in order to start healing. I am so very sorry. ❤

    Liked by 1 person

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