A wonderful, horrible story of a father, a husband, a man

I actually cried as I read this wife’s beautiful, haunting story of her 59-year-old husband’s passing.

I won’t ruin it by trying to choose “the best parts.” But I’ll offer up this wonderful line:

How could a son who’d been red-eyed for days write something that wouldn’t break everyone’s heart, I worried. Yet he immediately put everyone at ease, drawing an opening laugh of recognition with: “If this were a real and proper tribute to Dad, then this eulogy would have started about 10 minutes ahead of schedule.”

Posted by James on Friday, April 09, 2010