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With me, his only daughter, he was quite distant. Now that I am an adult, I understand why he was like that all those years as a child. Like your dad, he was strict and stern. But he had a soft side somewhere buried in there.

For 2 weeks before his death he suddenly agreed to buy me a horse. We went and looked at some gorgeous creatures, some who were voice trained. We were to make the sale on Monday and he was killed that morning at The memory is bittersweet. Oh my goodness are you Rik Crydermans daughter that was a pastor in Albion Michigan?

We were friends of theirs and moved away. Maybe I am wrong but it sounds like the same person. That would be really strange. That I have been following his daughter blog but then maybe I am wrong. So so so beautiful. Thank you so much for sharing that with us. You have such a beautiful soul and you passed that on to your daughter Kelle who has then passed that on to her beautiful children. If we had more people in this world like you it would be a much better loving spiritual place.

Thanks again for such a wonderful story that had me crying because I could feel what you were writing. It was amazing Amanda S. Very good, indeed. What a beautifully written remembrance! I was in tears by the end. Your blogs shines such goodness into the world, Kelle.

Oh Kelly, this has really pulled on my heartstrings. Your dad is a very special person. To understand and accept his father for what and who he was without asking him to do the same for him and just waiting for him to come around in his own time shows just how amazing and wise he has become. But I hope that entering my mid-twenties now I come closer to see my mum as a person and learn to appreciate her for all that thing she did do, all the love that she gave us through these, and not focus on the negatives.

Writing genes must run in your family, because to tell a story, and to tell it like you do is a gift! I hope that you and your family will cherish each other for a long time and come to share with us many more of your memories.

I never usually share here, but I have been reading your blog for a couple of years now. Timi xx. A beautiful story that was wonderfully written. Thank you for sharing it. Beautiful and profound. That love is the same love I watch in so many men in my life and it is a slow and steady kind of love….

I lost my beloved dad to cancer 8 years ago and it still feels like yesterday. We had such a close and special relationship. I will love and miss my daddy till my last breath.

Thank you ,Poppa for writing and sharing such a beautiful memory about your own daddy. Love love love your writing! What a heart felt, touching memoir. The writing was inspired and the story brought tears to my eyes. That was just beautiful. Telling us about choosing your life and how Gary was invited into the family in that old nonverbal way.

You made me cry. Thank you both. And how it enables me to love my parents, with all of theirs. Rik, thank you so much for sharing such a touching, well-versed story. It has certainly touched my heart and made me think about my own father and the blessings he has given to me. This was so beautifully written and moved me to tears. Thank you to your Dad for sharing. Your dad is a beautiful writer, thank you so much for sharing.

It brought tears to my eyes. What a beautiful story. Just lovely, thank you for sharing it. How blessed you were to have such love, my own Daddy was disowned by his family after he came out—and along with disowning him, they disowned my little toddler self.

I loved reading this, and dreaming about what might have been changed with a simple hug. Wow, wow, wow….. I am in love with these words your father so beautifully wrote.

What a treasure What memories. What a kind soul. Your family is beyond blessed. OMGosh…your Dad is handy with his words.

He is amazing! I hope you know how lucky you are to have him as a Father and Grandfather to your children! He looks just like his Dad. This is incredibly moving. I am of the same generation; we knew our parents loved us, and we loved them — fiercely. But such complicated times, of such tremendous changes. Or for us.

Love leaps mountains. Thank him for sharing. Dear Rik, I was only trying to get you on facebook to thank you so muh for re-doing that cartoon of Bob for his memorial service. I always knew you had a special gift of writing, but can appreciate it more, now that I see how it was passed to Kelle and Carin, as I have been communicating with both of them regularly via email. It was very thoughtful of you.

Next, I want to tell you how I like that portrait of you. Lastly, I read all of the email responses to what you wrote about you and your dad. He had moved my hearat in many of the sermons, etc. I heard at various Conference events.

The stories brought many good memories, to put it mildly. I just found this post, read it and want to let you Kelle and your Dad know that it was so heartwarming and real that I cried. Rik you can write so beautifully! Thank you for writing this guest post. Beautiful story. May your lives continue to be Blessed with stories that bind you. This is really beautiful — it captures the complexities of relationships that go so much farther than what we see only on the surface.

Your email address will not be published. This is an imperfect love story between a father and son. I love you, Dad. Those ties still bind us. Comments Leave a Comment B's Mommy says:. June 11, at pm. Truly thank you for sharing. This touched my heart and soul. Tiffany says:.

Jodie Rolih says:. Life with Kaishon says:. What a powerful essay. I think your Dad taught you well. Trish says:. Selby says:. A beautiful post- thankyou for sharing your story with us. Anne Reber says:. Elaine Alguire says:. Sarah N says:. Chris says:. Kelli G says:. Megan Landmeier says:.

Tatiana says:. June 12, at am. Argyrie says:. Sheila says:. Nancy says:. Such a beautiful story and wonderful family history for you and your children to have! Flower Patch Farmgirl says:. Mandy Boles says:. This is such a beautiful essay. Michelle Ott says:.

Emily Torgerson says:. Kellie says:. Lindsay says:. Isabel Guerra says:. What a wonderful story that I thoroughly enjoyed reading. Heather says:. Sian says:. Jane MacDonald says:. Lots of beauty and truth there! Happy Fathers Day, Rick and Brett! Kulio says:. June 12, at pm. I cried my way through that — beautiful!

Allison says:. Tara says:. Annie says:. Kerry says:. Seriously…her feet?? Shame on you all. I stumbled upon this site when I googled her to see if I could find any of her photography. I guess not. I love that you have FAQ posts on dooce and kelle. Then the dooce divorce happened, and you wrote about it! Then I forget about them for a couple of months. For bloggers they certainly are tight lipped about the things people really want to know about. Anyway, Mrs.

Odie, I wanted to finally leave a comment and tell you I think you have a great blog. I guess Miss Kelle was having a hard time leaving her at school. There seems to be so much drama surrounding everything in her life. And her husband went to the hospital with chest pains. I swear every man must fake a heart attack at Seems to be the magic number.

We do not have a need for daycare or preschool either. My husband and I work split shifts. Like her, I have not had any regrets. Having a loving parent at home during the first five years trumps any preschool or daycare.

So does extended breastfeeding. Oh, and co sleeping when we want to. Oh, one more question I have…. Skip to content. Home Who is this Person? Posted on July 22, by Mrs Odie. Is Kelle Hampton a homewrecker? How did Kelle meet her husband?

Many Googlers want to know: Does Brett Hampton work? Is Kelle Hampton pregnant? Share this:. Like this: Like Loading About Mrs Odie Like you, only funnier. Bookmark the permalink. Belinda says:. July 23, at am. Oh, who cares. Mrs Odie 2 says:. Rosie says:. Lori says:. July 23, at pm.

LF says:. July 24, at am. Kath says:. July 24, at pm. Mother to a princess says:. July 25, at pm. July 26, at pm. Summer says:. Well I should be so lucky that my husband looks eons better at the same age IMO. Amy says:. September 7, at am. Jenn says:. July 29, at pm. Cher says:. Kate says:. July 30, at am. Anonymous says:. The big announcement came yesterday…. And so it begins……. You called it. She made her announcement yesterday. Rachel says:. July 31, at am. And cue Poppa in three….. Kit says:.

People like that show faster. July 31, at pm. August 2, at pm. August 4, at am. Tersia says:. August 4, at pm. Shelbyluv says:. August 6, at pm. Clearly you meant to offend. Mission accomplished. Sunny says:. August 14, at am. September 17, at pm. So I still love the spirit of the church, who taught me God loved me and is committed to helping me be all I can be. Together, we did creative and entertaining puppet presentations complete with falsetto voices and elaborate props, teaching biblical principles through fun stories.

On one occasion, we were crouched behind the thick curtain stage, arms extended with the furry puppets proclaiming the gospel somewhere above us. Suddenly, the curtain structure collapsed. We were exposed. Two adults, on hands and knees, our scripts, pinned to the curtains—gone. A kind crowd of giggling children forgave the faux pas and allowed us to resume the charade. The audience was not so forgiving when, years later, my curtain dropped, my script slipped and I was exposed.

What you loved about me yesterday was part of all you now know of me and want me to hide again. And it seemed to grow in every step i took into honesty and intentional integrity. His voice speaks louder than those who say they speak for Him.

His vision is clearer than those who claim they know the way. A dear friend who was something of an outsider in a church I had been on staff with called me with tragic news one day. Her young son had died. In Chicago. Where he had gone to live. He was a little boy when I was at the church. She told me more about him. She told me he was gay. She had urged him to go to the pastor and talk to him. He did. He was told to pray more. To just live closer to God. It would go away. He went away.

To Chicago. Where he died. She asked me if I would have his funeral. At that church. I asked if she had cleared this with the church. She had. He could have fit right here. He should have fit right here. He had a place. It gets sad. It seems the church has tolerance for the repeated stumbles of the alcoholic, forgiveness for the wandering spouse, a clean slate offered to the lying thief.

Their potlucks are filled with the wandering ones. Their narthexes buzz with the cruel gossips. I know too many sons and daughters of the faithful who are never spoken of, never seen in Facebook feeds, never raised with pride in conversations.

Maybe they all went to Chicago. So let me ask you this though. The gay pride marchers, the ones who are fighting so hard—maybe even the ones who are pissing a lot of people off in the process, the people who never shut up?

I guess I look back in history at people who fought for rights—take race, for example—and I think our progress today is due to all the different forms of advocacy. Martin Luther King Jr. We have been blessed to finally, always be accepted, privileged to live authentically and openly, and allowed to show our world a committed relationship of tenderness and respect. Do I get mad at Christians carrying banners damning gays to Hell?

We all need a fixer upper on that conclusion! Maybe not all of them and maybe not directly, but indirectly, I think they create important discussion which is where progress always begins.

Truthfully, we are glad for those who press to change laws. Our concern though is that while laws are changed, resistance still remains that can be very difficult for gay people to navigate socially, especially in the church.

So tell me this, you have the mic and the last words to this interview. The volume is turned up. What do you want people to know? A supportive friend from my fundamentalist past shared a post for Gay Pride month on her Facebook page. The message was affirming, encouraging acceptance and understanding.

I knew these people. They smile when they meet me and are gracious to me in public. In spite of their views, I like and respect them. If I want them to be tolerant, I must be as well.

It is easier to excise a needed scripture verse than to be open to know and understand a person who is gay, to hear they neither had nor made a choice, that most likely they struggled with, suppressed, buried and surrendered at an altar, these desires that emerged when these righteous people were sneaking a peek at porn during puberty. Maybe this is being honestly human. But one scripture I hold high, drawing me closer to God and away from the fray, is Psalm I am proud to be a child of God.

This is the gay the Lord hath made. The pride thing, I know, is an effort to right the shame that has been such a part of the life of those who are gay. The flamboyant, in-your-face approach of some is their response to the years of secrecy and hiding. I love you, Dad. And truly, I am grateful for the churches that continue to be a comforting place for the hurting. May their embrace be warm and welcoming to all.

Uncategorized November 4, Uncategorized November 3, Uncategorized October 28, Brilliant piece of writing from you both. I am not religious but do believe in the power of love and positivity.

Thats what I got from this. So beautiful. Thank you to both of you for sharing this important story. Holy truth, Batman! I have been struggling, for years, to form the right words to my very conservative feelings regarding religion in politics.

Most specifically my liberal views vs. I love and respect my parents, whole-heartedly. I love that they challenge my views, but I never cared for how they justified their responses. The bible is sacred, but it is not absolute. The bible is flawed because we as man who wrote it are flawed. I am allowed to have values and beliefs that can contradict the bible. And a God who is love, would never reject love. My God accepts.

I love the rawness in vulnerability in this post. It had an untied bow and the paper was slightly ripped on the corners. You both delivered that in spaces. I have to gently disagree. It was written by man but God breathed. Every single word is from from Him not man. Thank you and your dad for sharing this with us. I have been a long time reader, rarely comment. This was truly the most genuine love story I have ever read. What a tremendous gift for your Father, family, and readers. The raw and endearingly genuine dialogue is absolutely heartwarming.

I have such an admiration for both you of for speaking so openly. I am always interested when you speak about your Dad and your childhood. The infidelity is a very difficult thing to get past, but the added layer of the sexuality makes it particularly confusing and painful for those left behind.

But I often wonder how to broach the subject with our kids. Much love to you as you navigate through the next steps. Two loving parents who are there for them is what they need most. Thanks Kelle. I am so glad your Dad is back in your life, and it makes me sad to know what you both missed out on. However, I am glad my kids are of a generation where they will be free to explore and discover who they are without feeling the need to hide or lie — and that will lead to a much smaller group in the world of people being unnecessarily hurt on all sides.

The way it should be — no big deal. Thank you to you and your Dad for being so open. It certainly makes those of us in the same situation feel less alone. Kelle — Thank you, and your dad, for opening this dialog. This was an amazing, and totally honest, read. I wish that those who are so opposed, would read it and just understand — we are ALL just people, regardless of race or creed or whom we love. I wish that people would just stop pitting themselves against each other before they even give the other person a chance.

Beautifully written. I am a child of God, and the God I know loves all. Love all, be the good. This is such a beautiful and powerful piece. Thank you to both you and your dad for sharing so honestly. She was raised in an evangelical Lutheran family and fought to hide and change who she was for years as a teen and college student. We attend family holidays and BBQs and are treated just like everyone else, except for this one small yet gigantic fact.

So I think that I agree with both you and your dad: we need both. We need people shouting in the streets and fighting for legal change, and we also need people who slowly alter individual opinions one friend and acquaintance at a time.

Thanks, Kelle, for all that you write and share. Your family inspires me. Thank you for that. Yes, we need both. Beautiful article from two beautiful people that enjoy a special and beautiful relationship. Beautifully written!!!

I really enjoyed reading this article because it shows what can happen when we show acceptance and love for others!!! Thanks for sharing!!! Oh my. I have read your blog from the time after Nella was born. I had no idea you had been estranged for a time. They are a parade of two. Loved that line. Your father is a gift. Thank you for sharing such a personal story and thank you to him for his quiet courage, forgiving nature and love of life as it is today.

Can someone please link to it? First of all, thank you. Both of you. For sharing your God-given talent to script your words in such a loving, heart warming and even gut wrentching at the same time. I can truly say I see so much love, resoect, honesty and lessons we all can learn from you sharing your lives with others. I love you for accepting one another as father and daughter with all your flaws same as many of us and for seeing each other with your hearts.

Blessings to your entire family and prayers for support to overwhelm you as you help others myself included heal and learn. Thank you again. I wish there were more people in the world like him. Thanks for posting this. So powerful! Thanks to your Father for his sincerity and openness to discuss this sensitive issue! Well done to both of you. So incredibly beautiful and brave. I am inspired by you daily, Kelle.

In tears….. They have set the bar high….. Thank you to both of you for sharing. I appreciate your words and your ability to make me think about things in a different way. This is the most beautiful thing you have ever published.

Honestly it brought tears to my eyes for so many reasons. I am glad that what was once lost, is found. The respect that was shown to your mother in both of your writing was touching because honestly, that must have really sucked for her.

And you. And your dad. But the energy of love heals and I see that in all of you. Many blessings to you all. I wish you all the love your hearts can hold. This is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read. I never have understood the hateful things that people do in the name of God. I too left the church for a long time, thinking God was hateful. I realized it was people that were hateful not God. The love between you and your dad which we can feel from afar is beautiful and heartwarming.

One of your best posts ever! Hugs to both of you. This is a topic I think that is rarely touched in this depth and talked about so openly. And the respect you have for him can be seen in your defense of him and the questions you pose. I come from a fairly narrow-minded and opinionated family and am working to change that as I raise my own children that are the same ages as yours: not to judge, but to listen, love and respect others.

Great piece on all accounts! This is beyond good. I am in love with your Dad and felt his heart so strongly by reading this. After reading the story about the pots, I had to stop and let the strength of those emotions soak in before I could continue reading.

I also love the part about his two man parade. Rik, Gary and Kelle. Thank you for your honesty and vulnerability in discussing such private and painful and yet joyous feelings.

With much love, Adreena. Such raw and beautiful writing on such a simple and complex subject. Being known and loved. And that makes me so sad. I understand differently now and have fully merged my faith and my whole self.

I love that your dad has found a way to love those that despise him. I hear your dad saying his way is a quiet way, a build relationships with people and create change that way and I appreciate his approach. But, man, I feel you when you say how frustrating that is when it seems like the loudest, collective voice in the room creates the most change. Especially, when it comes to injustice!

Thank you both for your voices. You should read Rapture Practice. Thank you so much for sharing this Kelle — thank you both. God is always there, this I believe. I am so glad for you both and for your entire family that you and your father made your way back to one another.

Think what you all would have missed …. This whole piece is beautiful. And helps me on my path forward for advocacy. So thank you for allowing us into your world in hopes that we can help others.

On a side note, did you record this conversation with your dad, and if so how did you record and transcribe. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. So…………I left my monitor, and went to do some housework! On my third read-through of this beautiful demonstration of love, there were still tears, but — I finally made it all the way through! To summarize, we made it work………and in , that was not easy. Unheard of! I think, if I say so myself, we did pretty good.

From our separate homes, we each loved our little girl. She spent weekends with her Daddy and time with his friends — friends about whom she knew nothing, except that they adored her, just like her Daddy did. In July my husband was diagnosed with a disease that there not very much was known about, at the time……………. It was called AIDS. On Facebook in , I posted a collage of wedding pictures — and shared the following thoughts……. Forty-two years ago tonight, my Mom, my girl-friends, and my little sister zipped and buttoned me into a long white dress — all lace and brocade.

He was tall, slim, good looking — had the biggest heart, the most amazing blue eyes, and a razor-sharp wit, that could always make me laugh — even in those moments, when I was annoyed with him!

Thank-you for including me as a part of your life, while you were here on Planet Earth. And — by the way, you are missed here by many! Thank-you, Kelle and Rik, for your beautiful words, for your loving communication, for shining the light of love and truth in your daily life-walks! I LOVE it!! This is such a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing. Thank you Thank you Thank you for sharing this article. I was married many many years ago to a man who decided he was gay and has since died of AIDS.

I am now happily married to Mark 33 years and we have twins who are I have a nephew who is gay, a great niece who is gay, two of the young adults who are friends of my children are gay. I am a Christian and fairly conservative. Thank you for sharing this. It actually helps me reconsider my own opinions towards some of my more conservative family members. Your dad sounds like a generous and gracious soul.

I loved every. I could go on and on, but the thing that really hit me about what your dad wrote is when he had his dream, where God met him right where he was. II Cor. Just like all the rest of us. Now I can only try to understand how your dad feels because I have had a very different life experience, but I so appreciate that the two of you put yourselves out there so that perhaps tolerance, understanding and grace can be found among our differences.

I truly wish I knew him. Thank you, Kelle. My husband and I recently started a church in Durban, South Africa. We believe it is founded on and in Love.

My stance: Love, as He loves us. I read this interview with tears pouring down my face. He loves you, Oh how He loves you! What a kind, gentle, loving man he is and you are so blessed to,have him. Is he looking for another grown daughter? Your dad is the true heart of Jesus. What a beautiful soul. I am a Christian, and while you mentioned that the world needs the more outspoken advocates for Gays, your father is a gay advocating to the Lord.

Meaning, he not only wants people to accept everyone God molded into being, but to except the One who did the creating and to know His true heart. You also say, often, you are tolerant and loving to all, but your dad and Gary seem to be the ones TRULY accepting of all walks of life.

I feel as though they could be set on a porch and spend the evening in calm conversation with anyone who is set beside them. As for the church you grew up in and those you mentioned throughout with similar views, I believe they need to sit down and read the words Jesus spoke, and realize His heart on what He found important.

No that the Old Testament is not factored into truth, but needs to be seen through the eyes of Jesus, or his presence was for nothing. Thank you for this post. Your dad is clearly a brilliant, compassionate man. He and Gary are leading by example, which can be so hard when situations make you angry.



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