Today it is six years since my father passed away and it is strange that the years keep marching on. The only thing I can say is that this year I have finally been able to think about him more as the good but real person he was than as the saint he became in my mind as soon as he died. That may not be much, but it feels like progress and like something he would have felt more honored by.
Yes, your dad would not like being thought of as a saint and would quickly have pointed out why he was not, likely with some funny comment or two. Your dad had an ego, but he also was pretty genuinely humble, which was one of his many nice traits.
Posted by: Mar Mar | 19 January 2014 at 08:03 PM
Your Dad was a humble man, as "saints" are -- and the best saints are humans with admitted limitations. I just noticed that Mar Mar used the same adjective above.
I had a wonderful dream about him early this morning (slept late because of it). He was showing me a lovely colorful children's book written by someone he sang with. It seems like your sister and you were in the background of my dream (I could hear you, as children). He was perfectly content, smiling in his quiet way, and doing his best to explain some things to me about the book.
xoxo
Posted by: Judy | 20 January 2014 at 09:29 AM