My father passed six years ago. Today is the sixth Father’s Day without him.
When he passed, I heard wonderful stories from family and friends. I assumed over time the stories would fade and the pain of missing him would go away. The pain of missing him has diminished over time, but not completely.
this is the eulogy i presented to the congregation on the day of my father’s funeral. i do not have a good reason for allowing the world to see this, but i also do not have a bad reason either. so here goes…
as i am sure most of you know me… i am dj… dudley’s oldest son. please forgive me as i read this, i do not want to forget any of these words.
first off… thank you very much for coming today… thank you to my mother and brother for having the faith in me to delivery dad’s eulogy. and the support of my wife to listen to my insecurities as i put words to paper.
I told this story as part of the eulogy I delivered at Dad’s funeral.
I didn’t learn of this story until recently (and many of you who know David and I will relate), but when Dad was asked to compare David and I… He would respond… If David and DJ were both asked to jump off of a mountain… David would sit and think, draw up the plans, rethink the plan, build his wings and then cautiously slide off the mountain… Dad would then say (probably with a shake of his head) DJ would immediately run and jump off
unlike most stories, this one begins in the middle. on 12/24/2013, sometime in the evening, on christmas eve, i received quite possibly the worst, no… i stand corrected, the “worst”, information i had ever received in my life. i was sitting in the parking lot of the local grocery and decided to give my mother and father a call, wishing them a merry christmas. they were staying home for the night and we would see them later in the week. after the normal, ‘hello’ and ‘how are you doing’ questions that always come up at the beginning of