My Father, 1949-2008
 

I had to write my father's obituary. I have never done something this painful in my life -- except watch him die.

http://www.journal.clltopics.org/200...kat-1949-2008/

It's Perfect. I'm sorry for your loss.

I am so sorry Pie.

It was beautiful, Pie. A very nice tribute. I hope your family begins to heal soon.

Pie, the obituary is very moving. It made me wish I had met him, also. I am so sorry to hear this. Take care, lady.

sounds like a wonderful man. Keep remembering him with love.

Pie, he sounds like a wonderful and loving dad. It was a beautiful remembrance, I'm sorry for your loss.

I am so sorry Pie. hang in there, the cellar is with you.

I'm sorry for your loss, he sounds like he was a great man and that he left quite a legacy.

Add my condolences to the very long list, Pie. You done good, your Dad would be proud.

My condolences on your loss.

That's beautiful. An obituary isn't just a "death notice" - it's an affirmation of their life, their accomplishments and the meaning that their life brought to their family and friends. Your Dad isn't gone from you - he will always be there in your heart. Peace to you and your family.

Pie

So, so sorry you lost your father, and so young.
I know it's little consolation, but he managed to do so much with the short time he had, and touched so many lives. I hope even in your grief you can take a little comfort that he saw what was coming and went down fighting.

I am terrified of losing my father. I'd rather go first. But I know he'd hate that if I told him, so I don't.

That was a beautiful testament to his life. The best part is, I'm sure you haven't said anything in writing that you wish you'd said to him in person. He must have died knowing how much you love him, and how important he is to you.



Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

I'm so sorry Pie. You have memorialized him beautifully... I am tearing up a little at the loss of this clearly great man.

I'm so sorry, Pie. What a gorgeous tribute to a wonderful man.

Sending positive thoughts your way luv.