A
Remembrance
Although
it was 40 years ago this year, I still remember it like yesterday. I
was a Southerner, newly arrived from Texas, to begin my graduate studies
in Pittsburgh, Pa., at the Carnegie Institute of Technology. On this
warm September day as I walked to my new residence, the Mudge Graduate
House, I passed a fellow dressed in a gray flannel suit with matching
tie. This surprised me somewhat, since most other students were dressed
more casually. He struck me as a Californian, where "casual"
is defined, who had anticipated how people need to dress "back
East" where it is cold--and perhaps had over-compensated. That
turned out to be a good guess. His name was Gary Shoemake, a graduate
of Harvey Mudd college in the LA area, and as time went on we became
close friends, and
even
roomates during our second year in grad school. (We had the largest
room at Mudge,
formerly the mansion of a Pittsburgh oil magnate. Our room was originally
the master bedroom. It was so large we often played frisbee baseball
in the room to relieve the tension of studying quantum mechanics etc.)
We had a lot in common in those days, not even including our roots in
Texas (where I believe his grandmother lived). We were in the same classes
in graduate physics working for our Ph.D.'s. We loved to play board
games like Stratego and Blitzkreig, and we even worked as graduate student
"slaves" for the same advisor, John Rayne, an Australian professor
with a passion for metals. (My metal was mercury, but that's a whole
other story.)
And we both fell in love with coeds. He with the cute blond Karen Landau,
and I with the gorgeous brown-eyed Susie Sanders. So in 1965, on June
19th Gary and Karen were married (I was their best man) in Pittsburgh,
and on July 10th, Susan & I were wed in St. Louis.
After graduation our paths took us in different directions. Gary and
Karen settled down in Fort Worth while Susan and I headed for a "short"
stay in New Jersey, which lasted for 22 years. As our own families grew,
and we became focused on new friendships in our
new
venues, we lost touch with one another except for occasional visits
when we returned to stay with my parents in Dallas. Sometime during
that 22 year period Karen underwent a major conversion experience. Her
personality was the same: a wide-eyed positive approach to life; except
now she was driven by her love for the Lord, and her passion to serve
Him in her church and her family. She was a great believer in prayer,
and ironically the place where she prayed frequently you might have
read about. It was the prayer tower of the Calvary Cathedral, which
was destroyed by the tornado that hit Fort Worth in March, 2000. You
can see a picture of the remains of the tower here.
Yesterday, after we returned home from Susan's
latest chemo, we picked up a voice mail message from Karen's sister
Janet. In October Karen was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. She declined
rapidly, and last Wednesday she went home to be with the Lord. Her obituary
can be found here.
Throughout her illness she was lovingly ministered to and cared for
by her faithful husband and my good friend Gary.
In remembering Karen's life, which I admit seems all too brief, there
is one verse from Matthew that immediately comes to mind:
"Whoever acknowledges me before men, I
will also acknowledge him before my Father in heaven."
I have met few believers who matched Karen in
her joyful and open sharing of her faith in her Savior. What a scene
it must be in Heaven even this day as she is fully acknowledged by her
Lord!