I mourn our loss while rejoicing in the memory of you. I
cherish the gifts you have left me with
marvelous, often horrific stories of a life I could not imagine, were it not for your
willingness to share and your gift at story telling. Your guidance and wisdom when I
would ask your opinion on something that was bothering me. Your patience and
consideration when disagreeing with me. Your perseverance and commitment when
setting to a task you've promised to do.
All of these nurtured the respect and love my family and I
hold so dear. Yet, even all of this pales in comparison to, what is for me, your
greatest gift of all.
You made my mother happy again.
You grew weak of body as you grew long in years. Yet
this weakness was but a falsehood, belying the strength within. A strength of
commitment, of love and of sharing. Thank you for choosing my mother as the focus of
this strength, as I am sure you thank God that she chose you.
I choose to remember you as the quiet, confident man,
relaxing by the fire with a book of good adventure. Sharing the sunset with friends
and loved ones, knowing that it is not necessary to break the silence with cumbersome
I love you and will miss you terribly.