When Nat and Sue felt a call to Nova Scotia, Mom and Dad had a hard time telling them goodbye. I remember they had their car packed with a U-Haul attached to the rear end. Dad and Mom hugged and kissed at the house and then Dad took an 8mm movie of them pulling away from the house. Then Dad said he wanted to make sure the trailer pulled ok so we would follow them to Multnomah Falls. As we were following, Dad was filming Nat and Sue ahead of us going across the I5 bridge between Washington and Oregon, then heading east on I84 all the way to Multnomah Falls. There we all got out of our cars, had one last fun time together looking at the falls, went to the restroom, I think Mom packed a little lunch… But finally Mom and Dad had to let them go. We had followed them as far as we could. Turns out Mom and Dad had reason to be concerned as Nat got sick in Omaha Nebraska and ended up in the hospital there. They eventually returned to Vancouver. Where Nat spent his remaining days raising an awesome family and loving and ministering to people.
My story of telling Dad goodbye still brings a lump to my throat. After I had graduated from Bible College I went home for the summer. That summer I traveled with Mom and Dad around the Washington District singing and preaching in different churches. We had a wonderful time staying at State Parks in their Air Stream trailer. Toward the end of the summer I agreed to move to Caldwell Idaho to be the Youth Pastor at Valley Pentecostal Church. Mom was dealing with the treatments for Breast Cancer at that time and was not feeling well. If you know Charlie Moses Yadon, you know that he always had a camera close to his person. I had my car loaded up and we were out in the front yard saying our last goodbyes. I had been away from home for a few years, but this time seemed more final. Just as I was about to get in the car, Dad held the camera in front of his face and wouldn’t take it down. I thought that was strange until saw big tears rolling down his cheeks from behind the camera. I went back inside and we cried and talked a while longer, then Dad followed me to Multnomah Falls.
Today I understand a little better how Dad and Mom felt saying those last goodbyes. I want to hold on to my brother as long as I can. Even though we lived 2500 miles apart, the bond that Nat and I have cannot be easily broken. We spoke 2 or maybe 3 times a week, usually while He was having Dialysis on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. My heart longs to be with him. I would like to talk with him one more time. I would like to have one more fun time together. But here we are at Multnomah Falls. The future stretched out in front of us like I84 headed toward the eastern horizon. I can follow you no further so goodbye my sweet, kind, generous, loving brother. Someday I will see you on the other shore, but for now, I have to stay here at Multnomah Falls.
My story of telling Dad goodbye still brings a lump to my throat. After I had graduated from Bible College I went home for the summer. That summer I traveled with Mom and Dad around the Washington District singing and preaching in different churches. We had a wonderful time staying at State Parks in their Air Stream trailer. Toward the end of the summer I agreed to move to Caldwell Idaho to be the Youth Pastor at Valley Pentecostal Church. Mom was dealing with the treatments for Breast Cancer at that time and was not feeling well. If you know Charlie Moses Yadon, you know that he always had a camera close to his person. I had my car loaded up and we were out in the front yard saying our last goodbyes. I had been away from home for a few years, but this time seemed more final. Just as I was about to get in the car, Dad held the camera in front of his face and wouldn’t take it down. I thought that was strange until saw big tears rolling down his cheeks from behind the camera. I went back inside and we cried and talked a while longer, then Dad followed me to Multnomah Falls.
Today I understand a little better how Dad and Mom felt saying those last goodbyes. I want to hold on to my brother as long as I can. Even though we lived 2500 miles apart, the bond that Nat and I have cannot be easily broken. We spoke 2 or maybe 3 times a week, usually while He was having Dialysis on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. My heart longs to be with him. I would like to talk with him one more time. I would like to have one more fun time together. But here we are at Multnomah Falls. The future stretched out in front of us like I84 headed toward the eastern horizon. I can follow you no further so goodbye my sweet, kind, generous, loving brother. Someday I will see you on the other shore, but for now, I have to stay here at Multnomah Falls.
