A Life Well Lived

Will has gone home. It's been five days since he passed. I can't decide if the days have flown by or dragged. I only know I'm exhausted and so very grieved. I'm still running on autopilot to a degree. I have allowed myself times of weeping, but there is so much to do. There must have been a time of simple death, with only the wealthy and powerful having death rituals requiring planning. Now, death is an event to plan for no matter what your station in life. Were my son not with me, I'd be overwhelmed. 

There is so much I could write, but my mind is struggling to put words together. I will just leave you with Will's obituary. 

William Paul Howard

Obituary

 

William (Will) Paul Howard, 76, went home to be with the Lord on Saturday, February 17, 2024, after a prolonged illness. He was preceded in death by his parents Leonard and Mary (Hart) Howard. He is survived by his wife, Susan Arlene (Hover) Howard, son Matthew William Howard, and siblings John Howard, Connie (Howard) Gross, Tim Howard, and CeCe (Howard) McGuiness, as well as numerous in-laws, nieces, nephews, and cousins.

Will was born August 2, 1947, in Kansas City, MO, his lifelong home.  He attended Bishop Hogan and Southwest High Schools. He went on to earn his GED, an Associates Degree from the Metropolitan Community Colleges, and a Bachelor of Arts from Ottawa University, where he graduated Magna Cum Laude. He was a Professional Member of the Missouri Addictions Counselors Association.

He enlisted in the United States Army in 1966, first serving with the 3rd United States Infantry Regiment, The Old Guard. He served a tour in Vietnam from 1967 to 1968 with the 9th Infantry Division, achieving the rank of SP5 as an artillery sight repairman. He was Honorably Discharged in 1969.

Will wore many hats throughout his professional career: soldier, jeweler, certified substance abuse counselor, assistant to the director of the Kansas City Rescue Mission (Shelter KC) and Commissioned Lay Pastor of St. Matthew Presbyterian Church before entering full retirement.

He married the love of his life Susan on October 3, 1987, and they were married for 36 years until his passing. Together they brought their beloved son Matthew into the world on September 13, 1989.

He had many hobbies that expressed his creativity and left a lasting legacy. He was a self-taught musician who played bass, Irish flute, and mandolin. As a craftsman, he carved his own Irish flutes and fashioned cigar-box banjos. He took a course in sound engineering and recording from Chapman Recording Studio and produced albums and recordings of live performances for local musicians. Will and his wife Susan, a singer-songwriter, produced several albums together in the late 80s and early 90s. He was also a painter, using watercolors to capture beautiful landscapes—often based on his photographs. His greatest love was photography, at which he excelled, capturing poignant photographs through the years. He received honors for a photo taken in Vietnam displayed in an exhibition at the Springfield Museum of Art. He was also a published author, writing about his war experiences.

Will’s Celebration of Life will be Sunday, March 10, 3:00 p.m. at the South-Broadland Presbyterian Church, 7850 Holmes Road, Kansas City, MO 64131. Interment will be at a later date at the Leavenworth National Cemetery.

Contributions in Will’s memory may be made to Bomb Techs Without Borders. This small but capable international non-profit is dedicated to removing explosive remnants of war from the world. They have been providing training and assistance to Ukrainian explosive clearance agencies since 2022 and publish free guides and references in use by bomb technicians around the globe. It was founded by Will’s son Matthew, of whom he was justifiably proud. (www.btwob.org)

 

The Last Breath

 I'm exhausted. The past twenty-four hours have been a whirlwind, yet paradoxically unfolding in slo-mo. Will is under round-the-clock hospice care now. They do not expect him to live past the weekend. It happened so suddenly. One day, very weak, yet still talking and even cracking a joke. The following day, going comatose. Our son had to carry him from a chair to the bedroom. Some of Will's last words to his son were his concern that he not hurt his back carrying him. True Will. Always looking out for others first. He lost consciousness and has not regained it. Twenty-four hours have passed and he shows no sign of anything but the slow descent into death. 

Tuesday, while he was still able to talk, I asked him what his favorite bible verse was. He struggled to think and I suggested he not try to come up with the address, but tell me the gist of it and I'd find it. His face brightened and he said, "Do unto others..." (Luke 6:31). I fought tears because it was the perfect verse to sum up his life. Will has always lived by the "Golden Rule." 

From his time in Vietnam taking care of his buddies, his integrity as a jeweler always careful to give his best work for an honest fee, to his days working with the unhoused men, addicts, and mentally ill while employed at a rescue mission. He cared for them. They weren't scary or smelly they were children of God made in his image and Will treated them with kindness, dignity, and compassion, judging none. He knew most of them by name and would greet them on the streets. His final service to God and people was the years he filled the pulpit at St. Matthew Presbyterian Church, ministering to an aging church. He was loved back just as he loved them. 

His life was full of far-flung experiences. Though he received hard knocks and lived through broken relationships, and difficult circumstances, he held fast to faith in a loving Lord and knew his service was not in vain, but in a sure reward. In his 60s, armed with only a GED, he earned a bachelor's degree in Human Services, completing his life's focus. 

When he breathes his last, he will be received with the words: "Well done good and faithful servant. Enter into the joy of the Lord." And I will be forced to cling to the knowledge of his reward and joy knowing I'm left behind to do life without him. I'm hurting because the time is close that he will be taken away from the bed we have shared for nearly 37 years. His frail body will be cremated and his ashes buried in a VA National Cemetery with military honors. I will give the flag to our son who also served in the Army. 

People have been coming over to the house to say goodbye to him. I know they need to. I've been assured the last thing to go is the hearing, so he's hearing how loved he truly is. I have spent time telling him I've always loved him. But I've also given him permission to let go and go to the light. That we will be okay. I want no regrets. I want him to go in pure peace on his way to see his Lord's face. 

My heart is breaking. My son's heart is breaking. Yet we have agreed to be strong for each other. The time of private grief will come. Then the work of living without him will begin. The ache will always be there, but gradually better memories than the prior few years of decline from Alzheimer's will make it more bearable. 

Life continues and it will be up to me what I write in the book of my life as I go forward. I pray I, too, will be remembered as one who did unto others what I would want done to me. I cannot think of a better legacy to honor my husband and our Lord.