Had to give an eulogy for my dad. It was at a church my grandmother attended and raised her kids in (she had 8).
My dad stopped going to the church when he became an adolescent, but my grandmother often spoke of him to the congregation when she testified about the good works of the Lord.
The pastor of the church (though he is currently transitioning into retirement) whom pastored me as a kid, gave me permission to have a service for my dad at his church.
I’ll have to write about the informal speech I gave to my dad’s family and friends in the near future. Someone here might make good use of my experience.
A few days after my dad passed, and the raw emotion of the loss still exposed, I was walking up the stairway when I noticed a dragonfly was sitting atop of my dad’s car attenna. I walked backwards down the stairs to get a better look. I just had a feeling that that picture perfect moment was meant for me.
My pops, I’m almost certain, wouldn’t hang around below the clouds on my behalf, but my mom is a very different story. She’s coming home Friday. Home health came yesterday to deliver the adjustable bed. Somehow I think my dad knows.
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