I thought about writing something about my dad, something, brief and small, but then I got to thinking about how nothing about my dad was brief or small. He was such a wonderful man. If I could describe him in a few words, I would say he was powerful, loving, generous, courageous and he inspired millions of people young and old all over the world.
I am Raymond McNair's step daughter, Shar, but I never felt like a step daughter. I was about 20 years old when he came into my life and he demonstrated one of the purest forms of unconditional love. I grew up without a father, and my dad took me under his wing with love and acceptance offering guidance along the way.
Several years ago, my mom, my dad and I went on a small trip. We hopped in the car and took a long drive. I remember how uncomfortable he was driving and walking, yet he never complainedl. As the pain grew , my mom took steps to help him, moving towards a complete healing though the faith they have in God. They both prayed fervently always asking God for guidance. My mother worked so hard as my dad's health declined and he eventually became bedridden.
I had a conversation with my dad a couple of years later. He told me that he had a full life and a wonderful life. He was very concerned about my mother and if he was ever faced with the end of his life, he would be okay knowing the small savings they had left, wouldn't go to hospitals with "doctors' heroic healthcare," that would only prolong his life for a short time. My mother respected his wishes, yet did all that she could to care for him. To this day, I don't know how a woman in her 70's cares for a man who needs around the clock care. This was very difficult, as he had lost the use of his legs for about 2 and a half years. She is truly amazing! The physical and emotional work was immeasurable. Many times she cried on the phone to me during the final weeks that lead to the final days of my dad's life as she struggled endlessly to help him. This was the only man my mother had ever loved and now she was losing him. He was in such terrible pain, it was difficult for him to focus on doing anything except trying to manage the pain. It was always his wish that he knew she would be cared for, but he died before he was able to express that to the Church.
My father was an amazing man and he inspired and touched the lives of so many people. I see pictures of him that were taken during the Feast or a Holy Day and I can see the fire in his eyes. I admired his passion and loyalty to the doctrines he held true and refused to water down or make compromise to. He was a man of integrity and I know in my heart that he never wavered.
Raymond McNair, my father, left a legacy. I know it is his wish that the work in the church continue. That the doctrines and philosophies that he knew to be the Truth remain in their purest of forms. She will need your prayers as well as your continued support to make certain that these Truths are never lost.
My mother, Eve has been a quiet grounding force for my father. She was his physical body when he didn't have the use of it the way God intended. She held him up because his body was weak, but my dad's mind was sharp. She has been a loyal and faithful servant of God.
For now, the transition and process is underway for my mother. She needs to catch her breath and rest her tired body, but she will press on. This has been the most serious and powerful of trials for them, yet my mom will press forward waiting for God's instruction. I am peaceful in knowing that my dad is in the arms of his Creator and that his legacy will live on with those who know the Truth.
Shar McNair Ebinger