Dad,
enigma,
surface-doer of life,
overflowing with daditude,
making it happen,
stirring the pot,
restless yearning for whatever
lurks
around the next turn in the road.
You wanted more.
…more….
Not ready to depart this life,
you fought hard
to bend your body
to spirit-will.
But God -
or as Woody Allen once put it,
‘the Great Whatever’ -
apparently has other adventures for you,
ones that may yet surprise
and delight you
in ways unimaginable to those of us left here,
with the many traces of your
obvious existence
among us.
We know you love us,
did not want to leave us, and
grief
occupies our hearts,
not always with heart-wrenching sobs, but
always
with a gnawing, enveloping, sad,
very sad,
awareness of your
absence.
We celebrate your life,
well and fully lived.
Go with our blessings,
and our melancholy yet genuine smiles,
to whatever unpredictable life you find and make,
just barely,
on the other side of the veil.
