From Todd

I planned on doing this for our Dad someday… but not today. Dad really didn’t act his age so this hit us quite hard. While this is definitely not how I would write the book, I am reminded that God is never early and never late.

There are those that are present or first on the scene when something unexpected or sad happens — witnesses. Then there is the person who receives the first call with the bad news. Then there are those who get called shortly after, no matter what time it is. And then another group receives the news at the earliest convenience. And more get word through the first day and the days to follow. 

No matter when or how you heard about it, you are reading this today because you cared about Wayne, Dad, Grandpa, Great Grandpa, or a relative of his. Our family is grateful for your participation, interest, practical support, and prayers. I would like to level the playing field in a way by presenting some details about Dad’s last days on Earth which may fill in blanks for some of you.

Dad left North Bay on April 16th to work on Lynn and Paul’s home in Fort McPherson, Northwest Territories. That day has become a special one for me now. Patricia cut Dad’s hair in his workshop at our place. Dad and I took the second-row seats out of the van and loaded the tools he wanted to take. We must have said goodbye, but it doesn’t feel like it now. Mom joined Dad up north in July as the project was going to take longer than expected. Dad is known for planning and quality workmanship, but he was a poor estimator.

Dad, Mom, and Mayvis, mom’s older sister, left Fort McPherson on September 8th. They enjoyed good weather in the beautiful country as they made their way to Whitehorse. Aunt Mayvis left them at Whitehorse on September 13th. Mom and Dad celebrated their 59th wedding anniversary on Wednesday, September 15th. They traveled another 600km east the next day to Liard River in northern British Columbia. They met one of their granddaughters, Annah, her husband Maph, great-granddaughter Amy, Maph’s parents visiting from Germany, and the Johnson family, friends from Whitehorse. Mom and Dad stayed in the Liard Hot Springs hotel while the rest were camping. They had a great visit enjoying a variety of activities together. 

The group had supper together on Saturday the 18th and everyone went back to the hot springs for a swim after,  except Dad. He isn’t big on on swimming or getting cold when out of the water. I can relate to that. Dad had time that day to spend with Mom, hold 2 month old Amy, FaceTime Kemp, email me and pay his VISA bill, among other things. They had checked the hotel room for Dad after returning from the hot springs, but without a response, assumed he was out of the room. Dad was in fact in the room with the only key. Mom eventually was able to get into the room with help from the hotel staff. They found Dad kneeling at the foot of the bed, jacket off, hat on, unresponsive, without a pulse. Mom said he seemed so peaceful to her.

God allowed Dad to complete the project at Lynn and Paul’s, visit some of his grandchildren and great-grandchildren in the northwest, rest, travel, and have a special time with Mom. Mom and Dad were on their way home. We buried the ashes of Dad’s well-used body in Calvin Township beside Earl and Holly Pannabecker, on October 12th, but Dad is home with his Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ.

Well done, good and faithful servant, is what we imagine Dad would hear Him say. I can only imagine, like the song by Mercy Me says, seems comforting as you imagine your loved one in God’s company in heaven. I can only imagine, but for me, I would like to be able to do more than that. That’s where my faith, trust and hope in the Lord help me to be satisfied with an incomplete image for now.

Remember whose you are, Dad would say to us as kids from time to time. Usually when we were going to be away from him. When I was young I thought, okay I’m an Attwood, don’t want to be a disgrace to the good family name. But Dad was referring to 1 Corinthians 6:19, 20. “Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honour God with your body.” He was reminding us of Jesus’ sacrifice for our sins and our relationship with the heavenly Father.

Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God. (Ephesians 5:1,2) Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ (1 Corinthians 11:1) These are instructions from the apostle Paul to the churches in Ephesus and Corinth.

“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honour God with your body.”
— 1 Corinthians 6:19, 20

I don’t remember exactly when,  but Dad made it clear that his desire for my life is that I would become better than him; as a husband, father, employee, everything that he was. Ya, I know, why even start trying. He set the bar way out of reach from my perspective. It is a reflection of both his heart and humble character. But as a Christ-follower I am to imitate God in my life; in the choices I make, what I think, do, and say. My dad set a great example to follow but even he isn’t the target and he didn’t pretend to be. So it remains an impossible achievement on our own, but aided by the Holy Spirit we can please God with our lives as I think Dad did.

You may have appreciated or admired Dad for something he made, said, did for you or someone else. He would want you to know that he gives God full credit for everything in his life. Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men. (Colossians 3:23)

My dad and I spent a lot of time together, working. Dad involved me in his work long before I really wanted to help. As a child,  he thought 60 cents an hour might motivate me. It took a while, but our projects together did become enjoyable. Neither of us is prone to cutting corners in our tasks and we valued each other’s advice so we got along well. Dad was often at our place for the last 33 years. But, since 2017, he was over here most days as he constructed a workshop on our property. I told you that he was a poor estimator! Construction of the workshop was another project God allowed him to do. 

I was looking forward to showing Dad the jobs I completed while he had been away these last six months. In a similar way,  Dad lived his life looking forward to talking with his heavenly Father about their work together. Dad and I both expected to work on many more things as a team. He knew that he would never get his mental list of jobs finished, no matter how long he lived. Dad didn’t want to fade away slowly. He always said that he would rather die in the bush with a chainsaw in his hands than end up in a nursing home. He pictured himself being as active as possible, working as unto the Lord until God took him home. 

And that is what he did.