Happy Father’s Day, Daddyo, Wherever You Are
I wrote my father’s eulogy two years before he died, a month before his 90th birthday, a month before Father’s Day. I wanted to write it in a calm, loving place while he was still with me, sipping black coffee with three Sweet’N Lows, not in the midst of heartbreak.
This Father’s Day, one year after I lost him, sharing his eulogy feels like a good way to honor him.
I asked my 87-year-old dad what he wanted said about him after he was gone.
“What do you think? he asked.
“Devoted husband, loving father and grandfather (now a GREAT-grandfather), teacher of more then three decades, lawyer, WWII vet …” I answered. “What do you think?”
“Yes,” he said, smiling and nodding his approval.
In the last few years of his life, it felt easier to get that nod of approval. Growing up, it used to come like a gold medal after a…