Monday, April 05, 2010
Rest In Peace
I am getting ready to go to Houston to bury my father. He has had Alzheimer's for some time, so in some ways he has already been gone, but this physical leaving is different. And it is harder than I thought it would be. I thought I had already been saying goodbye.
This picture was taken two years ago at his 90th Birthday party. He was already in the early stages of his disease then and wasn't sure who all the people were who gathered to celebrate, but he thought they were "nice folks."
I will have the honor of doing the Eulogy, and the following is an excerpt from what I will say:
It was my father who told me so many years ago that it is not so foolish to pursue a dream.
It was my father who told me that I should make choices in my life according to what would make me happy, even if the world doesn't approve of my choices.
It was my father who told me to give an honest day's work for an honest day's wage.
It was my father who told me to consider any stranger a potential new friend.
It was my father who told me that it's not what you are that's important, but who you are.
And above all, it was my father who told me that while he doesn't have much to show for his life; no big house, no fancy car, no grand retirement spot where he can spend his social security in luxury, he's got us, his children, to stand as monuments of accomplishment. He considers it time well spent.
It’s no surprise then, that family is my greatest treasure.
Rest in Peace, Popso.