Last weekend I attended my Father’s celebration of life tribute. He lived a long and fruitful life. Everything was perfect. Family and friends gathered outside on a sunny June day. Catered food; under a canopy of trees, and flowers on the table with pictures and videos of my father’s life.
Family members spoke up and told antidotes about my Dad. Tears were shed, grandchildren played hide and seek and I could feel my Fathers presence. He would have approved of the picnic.
As the guests leave town, a piece of my father’s memory goes with them, and life goes on.
