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My Father’s Memorial Service, Or, Saturday Morning at 8:01am

Today is my father’s memorial service. I thought of posting what I will read, but, no. I thought of showing you what I’ll wear, but, definitely no. It won’t be pink? Is that sufficient?

Memorial services are, for me, already a particular straddle between public and private. My temperament lends itself either to intimate gatherings of wholehearted sharing, or public events where we communicate ideas about Topics with a capital T. A service is neither and both.

I loved my father like a map of the world. I knew him for a very long time. In a rare act of restraint, I’m going to stop before I’m done.

Have a wonderful weekend.

 

 

20 Responses

  1. I am very sorry to hear about you father, sending my heartfelt condolences to you and your family.

    Hope that you find comfort in your happy memories.

    Leslie

  2. Lisa, I must say the words, “I loved my father like a map of the world” is stunningly beautiful.
    May your dear father feel your love and comfort.

    Luci

  3. Understand completely. It is a central relationship, and a huge transition. Thinking of you.

  4. Your words are beautiful, ” I loved my father like a map of the world” gives me pause and something to ponder..

  5. I like your phrase, ‘love him like a map of the world.’

    Maps show ups and down, bumps in the road, obstacles to be navigated.

  6. My heartfelt condolences. I still miss my father daily, 6 years later. Your words, thoughts and restraint show your love. Wishing you comfort and peace

  7. Lisa,
    I am so sorry for your loss. I love that you referred your love for your father like a map of the world. My father passed almost two years ago and I feel his presence every day. My condolences to you and your family.

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