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Buried My Dad Today 🌎 𝓦𝓦𝓖1𝓦𝓖𝓐𝓦𝓦 🌍
posted ago by LongTimeListener2 ago by LongTimeListener2 +274 / -0

Dad was the rock on which the wave crashed. He was a great Patriot and 3 time Trump voter even though his normie views on the world were shaped and influenced by his generation. He was such that when he told my Mom a year or so ago that I had been right the entire last 8 years, it held great meaning.

Dad was born on February 27th, 1940. He was the 4th of 6 children born to second generation Americans. Grandpas family had emigrated from Donegal Ireland in the 1860s to Saginaw Michigan through NYC. Grandmas family came to Detroit but first arrived in North America at Joggins NS Canada. We still have family living there today and they still own the house Grandma was born in.

Dad was a proud Irishman that travelled there frequently with Mom to visit my cousins in Donegal. He was baptized on St. Patricks Day and St. Patricks Day fell right in the middle between his death and burial. Full circle.

My Dad was a deeply religious man. His faith influenced his every action. When Mom was dating Dad he joined for a short stint in the Army. Mom loved his Dad and still went to the house every day. One day my Aunt told my Mom to stop coming over, Dad would never marry her, he was going to be a Priest.

Dad was hilarious. Growing up all my friends loved him. He would join us for a beer and his presence was always easy and natural.

Im gonna miss my Dad. The world has lost a great American and a fearless warrior for Christ. I have lost my best friend.

An Irish funeral blessing in Dads honor:

Death is nothing at all

I have only slipped away to the next room.

I am I, and you are you.

Whatever we were to each other, That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.

Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone.

Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed

at the little jokes, we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effect.

Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same that it ever was.

There is absolute unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.

For an interval.

Somewhere. Very near.

Just around the corner.

All is well.

Nothing is past; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before, only better, infinitely happier and forever we will all be one together with Christ.

Ill finish with an Irish proverb:

Death leaves a heartache

no one can heal;

Love leaves a memory

no one can steal.