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Lewis E. Logan, Sr.
From a son to his father
(Editor’s note: Lewis E. Logan, Sr., passed away on August 6. His ‘Life Celebration’ service is set for Thursday, August 16, at 12 noon at West Angeles Church of God in Christ, North Campus, 3045 South Crenshaw Boulevard in Los Angeles.)
BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM…. the bass, piano, and percussion intro were the hauntingly familiar, yet distant echoes, in my head that I could not mute neither day or night... like internal surround sound within the soundproofed sanctum of my memories.
Finally! What I re-discovered was that it was Horace Silver's ‘Song for My Father.’ So strange was my fixation on this tune of cryptic Afro-Cuban cadence, that I could not rest until the Internet and YouTube satiated my deeply incoated audio appetite with the rich thick vocals of Leon Thomas.
Awe man, that guttural, signature, mystical yodels from his soul touches an emotive chord in me every time I listen to it.
So excited was I to surprise my dad, Lewis E. Logan, Sr., whose 71st birthday was Sunday, March 18, 2012, by playing this song for my father during our 9 a.m. worship celebration. In my mind, I pictured him hearing the song and coming out into the sanctuary, drawn by the same haunting familiarity that drove me to unearth it's ebullient, meaningful melodies.
Being the workaholic that he was, he had to be escorted out of a place of service to the main sanctuary where he could hear Leon's vocal rendition with that awesome ensemble of Lonnie Liston Smith: piano, Richard Davis: bass, Cecil McBee: bass, Roy Haynes: drums, Richard Landrum: Bongos, James Spalding: Alto Sax & Flute, and Pharoah Sanders: tenor sax.
In this rare moment, he stood blushing and humbled, as if to take a bow or even to thank God, the church, and maybe me for showing love in such an unexpected and endearing way.
‘The Man, The Man, The Man,’ Leon Thomas’ baritone cadence fades and the congregation applauded. The rare, uncomfortable smile and slight wave to the congregation was my Dad's classic bashful tone.
While, it was not Father's Day per se, it was my ‘Father’s Day.’ Besides, who needs to wait until a certain date or designated day or holiday to express appreciation and affection for those we love, respect and honor.
As I share this brief missive with you, my LA family, I cannot describe the sense of immense relief and peace it brings me to be able to smile and reminisce this recent high note amidst this anomalous requiem of remarkable remorse.
If you are reading my musings on August 16, the publication cycle of this storied and venerated periodical, you are either moments before, or moments after, the 12 noon ‘Life Celebration’ for Lewis E. Logan, Sr. ‘The Man: His Lord, His Life, His Legacy’ will be held at West Angeles C.O.G.I.C. North Campus.
May I humbly, yet vociferously, covet your prayers for our strength as we gather together today and move forward tomorrow. Further, please pray that the ‘Holy Ghost helps a Black Man’ offer a suitable and honorable eulogy, reflective of the endless ensemble of instrumental father to son lessons and experiences I’ve benefited from.
Even at 71, he never missed a time to serve in the community or participate in union and immigrants rights rallies and marches, Omega Tau Tau chapter meetings, Community Day planning sessions at Power of Christian Love, CEC strategy meetings, Ruach church events, volunteering at the voting polls, proctoring bar exams, or organizing back to school community events, and most importantly, grandfather duties.
In fact, when my father suffered his massive coronary event, he was in the rhythmic stride of his daily morning exercise walk near the 7 Eleven on Lincoln and Washington in Marina Del Rey.
So shocked were we all that ‘The Man,’ an otherwise health conscious and active man, had to be revived three times and was now clinging to life, assisted by the bells and whistles of machines and monitors. After two weeks of 24/7 coordinated family vigils, we finally agreed that we have given to him the opportunity that he gave to us to survive and recover from what life can bring your way.
On Monday evening, August 6, 2012, we released him into God's hands because we knew he would not have wanted to merely exist in a vegetative state.
Let me conclude this therapeutic treatise by thanking God for a Dad like mine, thanks to my mother, the Rev. Florence E. Logan, my entire nuclear family, the Ruach Christian Community Fellowship family, my A.M.E. family, the brotherhood of Omega Psi Phi, all of my fellow yolk persons in the gospel, all of our community friends, the incredible emergency and crisis care management teams of Marina and the CCU of UCLA Westwood hospitals, respectively.
We are asking that in lieu of flowers, well wishers would contribute the floral proceeds to either the dedicated Tabernacle (building) of Ruach Christian Community Fellowship, which he managed, or a self-named scholarship fund for students interested in math, science, medicine, or business administration hosted by the Omega Psi Phi fraternity which he served faithfully.
A human being who lived like a King cuz he knew the real pleasure in life! BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM, BOOM BOOM… I held my head to his chest and heard his last heart beats.
You used to tell me, "Good night, don't let the bed bugs bite," now I'm returning the favor. See you in the morning Dad.