“Time To Move Along”

Joseph F. Vincent West Point Class of 1955
Joseph F. Vincent
West Point Class of 1955

The first concrete memory I have of Joseph Fraser Vincent, Sr. was on the day after the night I brought his daughter home from a date an hour and a half after her curfew. In my “defense,” both he and his wife, Fran, were out of town until Sunday night — this was on Friday. Who comes home from an out-of-town trip three days early, anyway? Besides that, Mary assured me that if we had called and asked permission to stay for the second movie of the double feature, her parents would have been fine with it. I mean, it wasn’t our fault they wouldn’t invent cell phones for another 20 years. It seemed like a perfectly legitimate rationalization to me.

Overpowered By His Character

I slowed to a rolling stop and dropped Mary off at the curb behind her house. The next day is when I first remember being introduced to the giant of a man whose physical stature was rather slight. He told me how he had trusted me with his daughter and that I had disappointed him. He told me that he expected more of me than that. As he talked to me, I shrank ever more deeply into the shag carpet at my feet. He never raised his voice above a calm, conversational tone that day or any day over the next 38 years that I knew him.

He didn’t have to.

Almost 8 years later, I was back in his living room again, asking for that same girl’s hand in marriage. He had sent her upstairs to her bedroom while he and Fran asked me lots of questions about my plans and how I meant to care for their daughter. I don’t remember many of the specifics but I do remember how the conversation came to a close. He looked at his wife and asked, “What do you think about all this?” She responded positively.

Outer Banks, 2002
Outer Banks, 2002

He turned to me, looked me straight in the eye, and said, “Well, I suppose we’ll have to call Mary down here to break the tie.” The pause between that comment and when he started laughing was a little too long for my taste, but I guess I deserved it.

Giving Me His Daughter

Several months later, I thought I had one-upped him by making this proud Army man, and member of West Point’s Long Gray Line, walk his daughter down the very long center aisle of the Naval Academy Chapel in Annapolis to give her away. I should have known better.

At practice the night before, when the Chaplain asked the proverbial, “Who gives this woman to be married to this man” line, he had responded exactly as expected: “Her mother and I do.”

During the actual ceremony, however, he changed things up. As he gave me his daughter’s hands, he looked me in the eye once again. “With pride,” he said, “her mother and I do.”

It was a simple addition to the script, but those eyes. That voice. There were power and trust in them both. The kind of power you can’t escape. The kind of trust you would never dream of betraying.

A Legacy Of Excellence

This was a man who served as a U.S. Army artillery officer, a Vietnam veteran, a math professor at West Point, a War College graduate, and commander of men. But, if you knew any of those facts about him, you probably didn’t learn them from him. This was a man who, at 72 years of age, ran the 6-mile second leg of the Cincinnati Flying Pig Marathon with me and two of his sons … at an 8:40 minute/mile pace. This was a man who, at age 74, completed the 12-mile March Back from Beast Barracks to West Point with the new plebes in the Class of 2010 — one of whom was his oldest grandson. During that march, my father-in-law couldn’t sit down to rest because he was having stability issues in this knees. He was afraid that if he sat down, he wouldn’t be able to get back up. It wasn’t until years later that we learned his balance problems that day were the first sign that ALS had begun its relentless, eight-year attack on his nervous system.

Yesterday it took him from us.

A Godly Man

When you are in the presence of a great man, you just know it. He doesn’t try to tell you. He doesn’t have to prove it. His life simply exudes it, and you respond accordingly. My own sons marveled at how, when Grandad Joe would begin to tell a story (and he told a lot of wonderful stories), everyone in the room would stop talking and focus on his measured, soothing voice — not because he demanded it, but because their inner sense of respect required it.

He was a leader. He was a patriarch in every good sense of the word. He was a gentleman. He was a godly man in the way God meant men to be godly — in humble subservience to Him but without all the faux spirituality or cheesy Christian-speak, we like to use.

There was no prideful preening disguised as humility. No pretension. There was none of that. Just a down-to-earth, genuine man of God who didn’t need to talk because his actions did his talking for him. This was a man who lived his life with a quiet strength and love that empowered everyone around him in ways no human author could ever explain.

Officiating His Own Funeral

I’ve read words like that about other people. All of us have. And I suppose they could sound cliché. But any sense of reducing the way Joseph F. Vincent, Sr. lived his life to a cliché was obliterated for anyone who was witness to the way he died.

He had made all his decisions months, if not years, before; back when he could do so unemotionally and without leaving them to torture us. He had written out instructions and left us with a computer file to open and read upon his departure.

He was alert and his eyes were clear and bright by the time all his children made it to his bedside. He couldn’t talk but he could still squeeze your hand. We used a grid of letters to help him spell out questions and wishes. It had to be a tedious and aggravating process for him to do that but, as he had demonstrated over the previous 82 years of his life, there was never a hint of impatience in his expression. Just slow, resolute determination to get his points across. It went on for hours. He wanted to know why the plastic tube was in his mouth. When we told him he had stopped breathing and that he had been intubated in hopes that all of his kids could make it there to say good-bye, he spelled, “Good decision.”

And then he matter-of-factly laid out his desire to have us “sing and tell jokes.”

Saying Good-Bye

We sang hymns. We prayed prayers. We recited Scripture — two passages in particular: the 23rd Psalm and a verse that seemed to come from out of nowhere into my wife’s head: “Now we see through a glass darkly, then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, as I am fully known.” (1 Corinthians 13:12)

We told jokes. Bad ones. But somehow, with facial muscles that had no strength and that tube stuck in his mouth, he still managed to laugh. The biggest laugh of the day came from a joke that he told us. It took him 20 minutes to spell it out.

Then we each took turns saying goodbye. There were 13 of us in his room. Those who could not physically make it to his bedside gave him their love and thoughts through a cell phone held to his ear. He smiled at times and took it all in. He was peaceful and steady. Much more steady than us. I don’t know that I’ve ever heard of anyone else who was willing, and able, to officiate his own funeral.

Finally, he had two more messages to spell out. The first was, “I love all …” and then this:

Prescient Wisdom

Some may suggest it is mere coincidence that all my sons just happened to be home on this particular weekend for the first time in almost 3 years. Maybe so. But, then one would also have to believe that the computer file we opened today — the one that contained the following written by him years ago and that we had never seen before — was also just a product of coincidence:

“I am not ready to leave this world… BUT, if I have no choice … I AM READY. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.

I have no fear, in fact, I look upon this departure as My Greatest Adventure. I see it as a transition from one life (on earth) to everlasting life. I will look forward to seeing all of my family…in due time.

Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted. Accept the comfort and turn MOURNING into MORNING. It’s a new day. . Arise, shine … Let your light shine that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven.

If anyone feels a Joe/Dad glitch…it is real…it is me saying ‘I love you.'”

No, I don’t think any of it is a coincidence. I think the God in whom we live, and move, and have our being, gives special gifts to his favorite servants. I think He gives power, and strength, and wisdom to those who can use it best. I think He makes giants out of men of small stature — men who, even if they are ravaged by the evils of this world, come through looking bigger still.

 


 This article first appeared in the March/April 2015 issue of Touchstone: A Journal of Mere Christianity

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Seeking A Good Death, John Stonestreet

9 comments

  1. Anonymous says:

    What an example to his family! His passing was peaceful and even though death is ugly, he made it a beautiful passing. Thank you for sharing this with us. It gives hope to those who are still living. I believe as he did, that death for those who have trusted in Christ is just moving from this earth to our heavenly home.

  2. Anonymous says:

    Dearest Bob and especially Mary,
    What a beautiful tribute to a wonderful man. I only met him a couple of times, but he can be known by the legacy he leaves. He must be even prouder of you all than you are of him-which is mighty!
    How lovely for you all that all 5 boys were there to be with you, share his passing and comfort each other.
    Sending love to you all and please tell Fran I keep such warm and kind thoughts of her and Joe.
    He will be profoundly missed.
    Love,
    Lisa

  3. Anonymous says:

    Beautiful Bob. No, no coincidence at all that all five boys were home, nor that Mary had that verse "come out of nowhere." God's comfort in the midst of pain. My Mom said she knew her parents taught her how to live, but never did she imagine they would teach her how to die. A beautiful picture of grace. Thank you for sharing. xoxo…dawne

  4. Jack Chapin says:

    Our prayers are with you and your family Bob. My father-in-law was such a man too. Perhaps he greeted your father-in-law to show him around the place of new adventure.

  5. What a way to describe a wonderful, godly man. I remember seeing him last year and it doesn't seem like a long time ago. I have no doubt he is with our Lord right now enjoying heaven. I pray for God's comfort on you and your family.

  6. Dave says:

    A fitting tribute to a great man. I didn't know just how great Joe was until now. To me he was just Joe, Fran's husband. I know Fran as Honor First, but now I know this name applies to Joe and his entire family.

    Fran and I have been friends for quite a long time–actually I can't remember, but it's at least a decade. We never met, but I love her, and because she loves Joe I love him too, and Mary, and you, Bob–the entire family. It's hard to imagine a greater family.

    Fran became my muse, a sort of encourager. I sent her things I wrote and she told me frankly whether or not they stunk. Sometimes she had Joe read them, and she told me that he liked them. Or not.

    Out of the blue, Fran and Joe blessed me in a way that I cannot divulge here. Suffice it to say that they started a chain of miracles, and that chain still lives. I have no idea why they did it, and I've never seen the like anywhere else.

    Fran's loss, Mary's loss, and your loss is my loss. I grieve with you. I will say prayers for you. Your great family will survive and prosper, knowing Joe is still with you, deep in your hearts.

    God bless this entire family.

  7. Anonymous says:

    Thank you for sharing this, I weep as I read it and I believe that the Lord gave you all a gift in this father and grandfather, but also to have such a beautiful good-bye to the one you all love so much. Our prayers are with you during this time and your tribute is such a testimony of a legacy of a man of God.
    Cindy and Dan Marsman

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