My older brother Berry Lee was my hero from my earliest recollection. By the time I was six years old he had graduated from high school and was a student athlete at the University of Arkansas. As an All-American high school football player he received a full scholarship to play as an Arkansas Razorback. As if that alone were not enough accolades Berry Lee was the valedictorian of his high school graduating class.
He was injured playing football during his second year in college but continued on a full scholarship although his playing days for the Razorbacks were over. His academic achievements continued however, and he graduated summa cum laude from college and was then valedictorian of his graduating medical school class. Many people including myself thought he was too brilliant to limit himself to a private medical practice, but would surely remain in the academic field and be involved in research of some kind. However following his internship year at Parkland Hospital in Dallas, Texas and two years of active duty in the U. S. Air Force he decided to join our Dad in his family medical practice in El Dorado, Arkansas.
Our mother had died from breast cancer before I was two years old. Our sister Marilyn was five and Berry Lee was thirteen at the time of her death. I don’t know for sure, but I suspect in her last days our mother told Berry Lee he needed to make certain he watched over us and protected us after she was gone.
Berry Lee was always “Bubba” to Marilyn and me. I can’t remember a time when I called him by his given name. In today’s culture the name Bubba has certain connotations, but he fits none of them. He never owned or drove a pick-up truck with a gun rack, never wore a baseball cap, nor ever had a chew of tobacco in his mouth. He never drank a beer or even a sip of beverage alcohol, and as far as I remember he never said a cuss word his entire life. Nevertheless, he was our Bubba.
Bubba taught me how to play every sport, from throwing a football, to shooting a basketball, to hitting a tennis ball, to throwing a bowling ball, and even to playing ping pong. He was very good in all sports, but I can remember very well when my skills in basketball, tennis and ping pong exceeded his, and I was able to beat him in all three. For me it was the equivalent of winning three Olympic gold medals!
On at least four occasions while Bubba was in college and medical school he wrote me four to five page hand-written letters in which he gave advice and encouragement which usually a father would give to a son. The advice covered a number of life issues which young men face, but the gist of each letter was I should keep myself clean and free from the wicked influences of the world. Living a life pleasing to God would honor the memory of our mother. Marilyn said she received similar letters from him. I have kept each one of these treasured letters.
The greatest impact Bubba had on my life was yet to come. Following my training as a general surgeon and completion of my active duty requirement in the Air Force, my wife Cathy and I decided to move back to my hometown in 1971 to establish a private practice in surgery. By this time Bubba had experienced a spiritual conversion four years earlier and was very open and zealous in his faith. He could tell Cathy and I were religious but did not have a personal relationship with Christ. We tried our best to avoid any discussions concerning religion with him. At his urging we attended a Christian conference in Dallas in 1977, and while there both Cathy and I received Christ as our personal Savior. Everything changed for us. As we grew in our faith our love for each other increased, our marriage improved greatly, and I started assuming my God-given role as spiritual leader in our home.
Bubba began urging me to apply the principals of faith in my surgical practice. I knew he prayed with all of his patients and had led many to a personal faith in Christ, but I never considered doing those things as a part of my practice. For all the years of training and the two years in the Air Force I had never seen any doctor except Bubba pray with a patient. Prior to my conversion I had considered such a thing as an unwelcomed intrusion of a physician into the personal life of his patient. Bubba challenged me to pray with each of my patients before operating on them by saying, “You are taking your patients into a life-threatening situation in the operating room, and this might be their last chance to hear the gospel.” At first I was very reluctant to pray with each one and my early attempts were awkward to say the least. Many of my patients had been referred by Bubba, and I later discovered he had been checking up on my faithfulness by asking them, “Did my little brother pray with you before the operation?” I didn’t know this until at a follow-up visit one particular patient told me what Bubba had asked.
From the time of my spiritual conversion until he departed this life in 2009 my relationship with Bubba was one of a spiritual father to his son. He encouraged me to memorize large portions of scripture while spending daily time in the Word. We were involved in several men’s Bible studies together, and for one period there were two other physicians who joined us. They too had spiritual conversions and were active in their witness to patients. For a short time Bubba and I taught a couple’s Sunday school class together. These were times of rapid spiritual growth for me, and it seemed he was making a conscious effort to pour as much truth into me as possible.
Years later when Cathy and I moved to Fayetteville, Arkansas in order to be close to our daughter Ginny and her family, my personal time with Bubba was reduced to the few times each year we returned to visit our son John Aaron and his family. We spoke often on the phone, and he continued challenging, encouraging and occasionally rebuking me regarding my spiritual life. At the end of every phone conversation we prayed for each other.
Bubba departed this life at age eighty-one after spending the last ten years of his life as care giver for his beloved wife LaNell. She had developed progressive dementia, and Bubba retired early from his medical practice in order to provide for her. He finished his journey well by setting this example of unconditional love while modeling marital faithfulness for better or for worse, in sickness and in health.
Bubba was not perfect by any means and by his own admission had “lots of faults.” He never disappointed me in his role as older brother. Even though I thought he was too rigid and meticulous in the way he approached most problems he remained my hero because of his wonderful character. The spiritual impact he had on Cathy, our children and me was huge and will continue on for generations.
It would be an understatement to say I miss him, but I know very soon I’ll see him again at the feet of our Savior. Following several million years of worship and praise of the Lord Jesus I will be very glad to report to our mother Bubba did a mighty fine job of watching over Marilyn and me, and impacting our families for Jesus sake.