I’ve only known Papa Fred for 3 years. But his life has deeply impacted mine more than anyone. Among all the North American fathers and mothers, he is my favorite papa. His smile has now imprinted on our hearts. Listening to his sharing every time, I am truly amazed at how honest and real he is. When we have gatherings at home, I would always find my way to sit beside him, so that I can watch him writing his notes. He could write on and on and by the end of the day there would be a hundred paper full of words. I thought to myself, this papa must have so much treasure on the inside. I love to listen to Papa Fred talking, on or off stage. He always sees and hears the Lord in those little tiny things in everyday life. And he brings us before the Lord too.
Now it’s time to say goodbye. Tears flooded my eyes when they started lowering the casket. For him, I am happy, since he has gone to a better place now reunited with the One he loves most. For myself, I can’t help but feel sad. Guess I won’t see this most childlike whitehead papa for a while. I really miss you, papa. But this seed has now been sowed into all of us, the next generation. Perhaps from now on, they will start to see Papa Fred in you and me. He didn’t pass away. He passed it on. He passed on himself. A part of papa Fred lives on through us.
Dear papa, the Lord has never disappointed you. And you have never disappointed Him. You have never let us down - your sons and daughters. And we will not let you down.