Showers from a gray sky
A morning of mourning
The day we buried our dad
Neighbors and friends
Crowded the church
The day we buried our dad
Homily and eulogy
Recalled a good man
The day we buried our dad
My siblings and I
Prayed and sang
The day we buried our dad
Then, beside Mom’s grave
We said good-bye
It’s been three weeks since Daddy died. I still blink back tears at unexpected times. He had a very good long life—101 years. And Daddy was both emotionally and spiritually ready to go. He missed Mom, had outlived all his siblings and friends. He was tired. I knew all that, but I still find it hard. It’s not that I really want him back—not as he was at the end. No, I want him back the way he was 50 years ago—strong, handsome, funny, a card playing genius. That could not be. That is the man I’ll find when God calls me home. Until then, Daddy, I love you and look forward to seeing you again. August 25, 2023