Sunday, April 17, 2005

Earle P. Lowell (1930-2005)

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In May, 2004, my father and stepmother flew out to Colorado to see me get my Ph.D. I hadn't seen him in several years so it was wonderful to spend a few days with him. After the graduation we went up to the YMCA of the Rockies -- a huge, and beautiful resort-like place just outside of Estes Park, Colorado -- and I snapped this picture of Dad and Betty standing on the front steps of the main administration building just drinking in the scenery. Since many of you don't know him, you won't recognize his expression as "broad smile" -- that confuses a lot of people.

Last month, he and my stepmother were on a 2-week cruise in the Caribbean. They had a grand time. I talked to him about it on the phone two weeks ago. It was a nice call. A couple days later he was in the hospital with pneumonia and last night he passed away.

I debated making a post on it. The rather macabre image of wearing a black "I'm blogging this" t-shirt to the funeral ... but as you can see, I decided that I needed to post something to honor his passing.

He loved the sea. I think the old Lowell blood called to him -- back a few generations we were fishers and farmers along the central coast. For many summers he worked as crew for a cousin on a charter boat on the weekends, coming home sunburned and calmed. Eventually, circumstances permitted his getting his own boat and he loved spending time puttering up and down the coast in it.

He was one of those quiet guys you find in Coastal Maine. Independant, self-reliant. Ok ... stubborn. He was a quiet, gentle, self-effacing guy. When he did say something, it was usually something worthwhile. When I was a teen, I went to work with him in the factory in the summer. I learned a lot about work and about him and about the questions one needs to ask about becoming whatever it is one becomes.

People outside the family don't understand us very well. We don't talk much. I talked to my dad on the phone 3 or 4 times a year. I haven't talked to my brother in years. I have his email address here somewhere. But we all know we're family. We're all busy living our own lives because that's the way we do it. The lesson that Dad taught us all was "live your own life."

When he was here for my graduation last May, we knew it might well be the last time we'd see each other. We made our peace then. I know he was very proud and that he loved me very much. Ultimately, what else can a son do for his father?

Thanks, Dad.

I love you.

6 comments:

Lesley said...

You did him proud Nate. I'm thinking of you. Lesley

Nancy A. McKeand said...

A beautiful tribute, Nate!

Nathan Lowell said...

I'm off to Maine for the funeral in a few hours. I'm not wearing the "I'm blogging this" t-shirt.

Thank you for all the kind words. They're very comforting in ways I hadn't expected.

Sarolta said...

Silent people have their silent ways of communicating their deepest feelings and deepest thoughts.
I'm sorry for your loss, Nate.

Linda Higbee Mandlebaum said...

Your tribute to your father was touching. But what strikes me is how you described him as being "quiet, gentle, self-effacing." That's just like you, Nate. What a wonderful gift he gave you.

Vivid Muse said...

I'm so glad you were able to have that time together before he passed. I'm very sorry for your loss. You honor him greatly, not only with this post but with the wonderful man you are.