On this day three years ago, I stood in a room with my brother and sister and watched my dad take his last breath. Even now I can’t really describe to you what that feels like to watch the man I’d grown to respect and love not just as a “father” but as a friend and mentor slip away when I’d expected him to be there for many years to come. The last thing I’d written about my dad that other people have read up until this point was his resignation letter to the church he was the pastor of when he died and a quick post on this blog. I can’t remember exactly when, but not long after he passed I told myself that I wouldn’t write anything substantial about him for other people to read for a year. After a year, each time I tried I found that I just couldn’t do it. The words wouldn’t come, until today. Why that was the case turns out to be a testament to the man Mickey Leon Basham Sr was to his last day. READ MORE »
