Dad’s been laid to rest. It was a quiet, private, and informal family ceremony. Whoever wanted to say something did.
The whole family came together to create this event. My brothers wrote his obituary. We found a wooden box he loved that he’d paid $2 at a flea market for, to bury his ashes in. His grandsons dug the hole in the cemetery, then filled it with their father after.
Much time was then spent in a reunion-like gathering over a lovely buffet lunch. I met my great nieces, Keri and Lily, and their moms, and marveled again at how their dads have grown since I used to change their diapers.
Dad would have been very proud of us today. Family coming together was important to him. He would have been upset if we’d spent anything on a fancy coffin. He loved ingenuity, creativity, and making it REAL.
We were real today. Love was abundant today. Dad was with us today, and he liked what he saw.