My father passed away two weeks ago, and yesterday was his memorial service. He'd been so sick for so long that his death was not a shock, but the many remembrances of his life before did come as a precious surprise. My younger sister took the podium and spoke for the immediate family, remembering Dad in years past, when he was a great sport for fun, had some amusing habits, and instilled in all of us a love for reading. Most important of all, though, was his enduring spirit of fairness and kindness towards others. No one was smarter or more educated than Dad, but he was never intimidating to talk to. His feet were firmly planted alongside ours.
As my older sister says, before there was Google, there was Dad.
After the service, the family invaded Mom's place and we got to talk to members of the clan we hadn't seen in decades. It was another one of those times to be cherished. I'm thankful for the lovely service and for everyone's memories. I needed them more than I knew.
Mom, I hope you are totally relaxing today! You are amazing.