William W. "Whit" Whitson
December 03, 1926 - February 08, 2018
Sunday, December 16, 2018 3:21 PM
I have put off an entry to this site for months and for many reasons: perhaps because I still feel an acute loss, perhaps because life has a habit of getting in the way, and maybe because every time I try to start I am flooded with so many memories that I’m not sure where to start.
At a very early age dad told me that I was born old. I wasn’t sure what he meant at the time but I remember him holding me responsible for all actions taken by my brothers and sisters. This was usually not all of the good things they were doing! If I wasn’t already old my siblings were going to get me there mighty fast!
When I was ten years old dad basically handed me the keys to the city of Victoria, Hong Kong. I remember like it was yesterday coming off the Blue Star ferry and Dad giving me 50 HK dollars and saying, “the city of Victoria is your playground.” Aside from having to call in every three hours there were no other caveats to my new freedom. Our mother thought he had lost his mind ... I know because I asked her years later and she vividly remembered being convinced that this was not going to end well.
When I was fifteen dad started me on flying lessons and sent me off to boarding school. He also learned to fly and was sent to Sewanee Military Academy during his high school years. We both had successful military careers and spent time in emergency management. There are many other stories, all connections to this amazing man, and at each turn I can remember his quiet and thoughtful advice; never directive but usually with a subtle lesson. In retrospect almost everything I can remember about dad had a lesson. In his later years we spoke often about how our lives paralleled each other in so many ways. I could listen to my dad speak about any subject, but most of all about the journey we are each on to better get to know Holy Spirit.
No matter where I was I always felt at peace when I needed his council. Even when I couldn’t reach him directly I’ll never forget his advice. “When faced with a decision and uncertain choices, choose the path that brings you peace. You will invariably pick the path you are supposed to follow.”
I am enormously grateful to Holy Spirit for the opportunity to have you as my father. I miss you terribly but know you are always there and that we are always connected.
Whit Jr Whitson (Williamsburg, VA)
Friday, August 10, 2018 4:08 PM
I compulsively delete all my emails, but there is one that I have held onto since 2016. This email is a response from Grandpa (Whit) to a letter I had written him as thanks for a present. In his response, he wrote "We have been together many times, exchanging roles and motives the better to empathize with all characters. I thank all the gods for giving me that time to live near you from your birth, yet once again." Grandpa, I could not know with more certainty that we will be together again, because although we may not have been related by blood, the bond we had was stronger than most. I continue to think of you almost every day and feel as though I were truly the lucky one in getting to live near you for my entire life up to this point. I love you with all my heart, respect you with everything I am, and am looking forward to seeing you on the other side and meeting you in our next lives.
Lije Morgan (New York, NY)
Tuesday, July 24, 2018 7:38 PM
Whit Whitson was an Angel who looked like a General. The times I was with Whit I was overwhelmed by his love and caring. When I was last with him, Whit told me that he was going to pray for my healing. And I know he is still praying for me. I still cannot let go of missing him or wishing things were different but that is my journey. I love and miss you Whit and always will-
Sandy Glading (Mill Valley, CA)
Monday, June 18, 2018 7:54 PM
A kind, intelligent, wise and interesting man.
I was honored to meet him on the path of life.
Tuesday, June 12, 2018 3:28 PM
Whit taught me that fathers can be present, healthy, always learning, interested and caring. For me he was a fabulous and blessed mentor that my children truly benefitted from. His dedication to breaking the cycle of purposeless suffering is exemplified by your collaboration to serving the dissemination of the Course. Thanks be in haleluhia!
Dr. William Wulsin
Wednesday, April 18, 2018 12:12 PM
Dear Judy, he's in the wind. I will sorely miss him.
Take care of yourself.
With all our love.
John Torpey (Oakalnd)
Wednesday, March 21, 2018 9:12 PM
As you know, I am so very sorry about Whit's "trip to the next Village." He was a wonderful man, a true gentleman who will be missed by all of us who were lucky enough to know him. As I said yesterday, Whit was perhaps the most grateful patient that I have ever known--- grateful for the "big' and "little' things in life, for our care and especially for you. He told us that on many occasions.
While we mourn it is good to remember that he was not scared or even worried about dying and, as deaths go, this was one of the more "beautiful" ones I've seen.
I learn something from every patient. I learned more from Whit than most. I miss him.
Al Oppenheim, MD (CA)
Tuesday, March 06, 2018 11:30 PM
Tribute to my brother Bill
So many years ago Whit answered a request from “cousin” Reeve Whitson (who was not his cousin) to fly to Burbank to meet another Whitson “cousin” (also not a cousin) who was visiting from New York. Without hesitation, Whit hopped on a plane in San Francisco and literally flew into my life. I look back on that day as being one of the most important days of my life. Though we shared a last name, we were not related, but Whit welcomed me into his life, and became the brother I never had. For me Whit will always be “Bill,” as that was how Reeve introduced him to me.
Over the years I have learned about Bill’s extraordinary achievements, beginning with his successful military career that began as a cadet at West Point. After serving his country for many years in many high-ranking roles he found himself searching for a different direction in life. While searching for “a better way,” he met Judy Skutch, the One who was destined to become his soul mate. Together they forged a loving, powerful union, dedicating their energies to the publication and dissemination of A Course in Miracles throughout the world. One of Bill’s many achievements as Vice President of the Foundation for Inner Peace was shepherding the translation of the Course into 27 languages, with many more still in progress.
Bill, together with his beloved Judy, epitomizes the Course’s principles of love and forgiveness, always asking for and following their Inner Guidance for direction in all decisions. Together they always managed to include a great deal of joy and laughter in whatever surprises life held for them, often laughing through many tearful moments. I experienced the love and empathy that Bill had for all who were fortunate to know him, and feel blessed to have been part of his incredible journey through life. Above all, I rejoice in the love I felt, and will always feel, for him as the brother I never had. He is with me still, and I know he is smiling down right now as I write these words.
I miss you my beloved brother, and will always remember the laughter, joy and tears we shared.
Ivor Whitson (Putnam Valley, NY)
Friday, March 02, 2018 1:37 PM
If there were such a thing as a Knight in Shining Armour, that would be YOU Whit.
Laura Fenamore (Greenbrae, CA)
Friday, March 02, 2018 1:33 PM
Please express to Judy my deepest feelings of love and support. I can just imagine how she feels, yet please tell her that I am - and all the ACIM community is, I am sure - very close to her and we all hug her with love and incommensurable gratitude.
I have read the very interesting biography of Whit. I had no idea of who he was, and where he was coming from. His life's story impressed me very much and reminded me of the line from the Manual that says that the teachers of God "... come from all over the world. They come from all religions and from no religion. They are the ones who have answered." Really what truly matters is only to answer the Call, as he did.
I regret not having known him personally, but often his devotion and dedication to the Course inspired me and always elicited in me thoughts of gratitude and nobleness. We know that there is no death. I think he is still with us, walking home as we all try to do.
Patrizia Terreno (Italy)