Thursday, February 01, 2007

A Post For My Dad

To say the least - burying your father is a natural thing. It is usually one of the most painful events that many of us face but as the ancient Chinese proverb tells us, it is a sign of a blessed life to bury your parents rather than your children. I have only experienced the death of one parent and I hope I never know how true this blessing is - and if you do - please don't tell me.

Earlier this week I met with a co-worker a couple of minutes after he had just been told in a telephone conversation that his father had passed away. It was not an expected death and I recognized in my co-worker's expression the same shock and numbness that I experienced over twenty years ago when my own father died suddenly of a heart attack. It is a passage most of us take and a blessing but it hurts like hell. It is a hurt that is not forgotten.

But we work through it. We have to. Our parents wouldn't want it any other way.

My father and I watched television the night he died. We rarely did this together as we didn't agree on what constituted entertainment. But that night we saw a comedy sketch so funny and brilliantly executed that we were both laughed so hard we were in tears. A few hours later he would be gone. The memory of this time together is forever fused with the more painful memories of that night.

And now thanks to - and blatant copyright infringement - I can share this with you.

The last thing my father and I agreed upon:

Now that is some funny shit!


bamf said...

Good God!

On a more serious note- 20 years. Damn.

"Mom, Dad, this is Randy. He smokes marijuana."

"hello Mr. and Mrs. Tuc-WHAT! NO!"

24 years. Damn.

10:34 PM  

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