Eulogy for my father
Several people asked me if I would post the eulogy I read at my father's funeral.
Here it is with a little of the preamble....
I'm an artist and really a collage artist at heart. So here I poached bits and pieces, fragments and shards from mostly (but not exclusively) anonymous sources, but also messages, emails, notes I received. These were my materials.
I return, not to how my father died, but how he lived
Not what was gained, but what given
as units of measure
these tell me,
confirm for me
A life well-lived
Kindnesses, advice, joy and tears
Pride, concern, laughter
and sorrow and disappointment too
(That too is human stuff.)
An offer, A helping hand, a remembrance, a story
So many stories
Friendships, caring, baseball games, cups of coffee
A ride, a look, encouragement,
The steadied ground underfoot
A measure of a life is a
measure of love and respect
as units to measure
these tell me,
these confirm for me
A life well-lived
My father's life,
Well-lived.