As I stand here today, all of you reading this are probably from different stages of Dad's life. But coming together in this moment to mourn and celebrate Dad's life. Dad never liked to be alone. He always wanted to be where his family and friends were. Coming together here so that we are not alone in our mourning, we are not alone to celebrate his life. We are not alone sharing stories about how he impacted our lives.
He was at every game, carpooled practices, shouted on sidelines, shared nuggets of wisdom, taught us how to do simple things, and took us to the Police precinct when we wanted to do something stupid. He encouraged us to be imaginiative even when "imagination" was a 12 ft half pipe on the side of the house... That eventually turned into a 30 ft dock out into the lake. He was present for everything.
Then grandkids arrived, time to reset, and begin again. He made it to soccer games, volleyball games and tournaments, attended swim meets, countless birthdays, and did classroom duty. He spent his life making all of us feel loved, even when at the time it didn't quite feel like love, and more like punishment, but he did so because he loved us. And in those experiences, those stories, he walks with us forever. His way of assuring us we are never alone.