May 15th, 2004


Dad's Poem

My time was up, my days were spent
I heard the call so away I went
Remember me once in a while
And when you do I hope you'll smile.

Dad wrote this to be his own epitaph. That's the spirit in which he envisioned his death.

Today was his memorial not-service. It was nice. People got up and said nice things, there was smiling and laughter, and it blew me away as always how well-known and liked my Dad was.
I had to speak, and I remembered all my words. I hope I did him justice.