Few people in our lives can "light up a room." Joe Lamberson could. Even his hospital room glowed when we talked for the last time. Joe and I had not had an extended conversation for almost 20 years. But his enduring friendship made catching up seem like yesterday. We originally met when KY3 was selling vacations in the '70s. He and Mary Margaret decided the new newscaster needed 'traveling parents.'
He told me he had run out of medical options, and reflected on a life of meaning and grace. A wonderful wife. A wonderful family. Wonderful years that took him places he had only dreamed of, and had provided the means to get where he and Mary Margaret wanted to go. His cheerfulness and easy laugh light the room at Cox South with the warmth and welcome that was his very own.
He was not morose or maudlin in revealing he was making the most of "borrowed time" and confided the hardest part would be comforting his "girls."
I phoned him the next day from Washington while on KY3's last Ozarks Honor Flight for the year, and knew I would not hear my friend's voice again. And again, I clearly heard faith and the true "peace that passes all understanding" in his words, punctuated with chuckling.
Joe will live on for so many of us because death can never put an end relationships. A very wise man once wrote, "Memory is more than looking back to a time that is no longer; it is a looking out into another kind of time. ... The people we loved. The people who taught us things... something of the power and richness of their life not only touched us once long ago, but continues to touch us. If they had things to say to us then, they have things to say to us now."
Amen. And your memory, Joe Lamberson, will always be a blessing.