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.
Don't take this the wrong way.
The world has lost nothing and you have lost nothingβyour father lives.
Death is but a thin veil, an imaginary line separating us from those who have passed from this world and onto bigger and greater things.
Sure, from our perspective we have 'lost' him, in that we cannot perceive your father in the ways which we are accustomed.
But just as our Creator dwells within us all, so also the energy, the love, and I tell you the truth, the presence of your father dwells within you.
When your loved ones, even your friends, pass on they leave with you some of their essence, some of their soul, some of their energy.
That spiritual inheritance is very, very, very real I assure you.
And there is nothing like the injection of pure soul energy from a father to a son.
I felt it when my maternal grandad passed. And I felt it even more when my paternal grandad passed.
I cried my heart out when my father's dad passed. He died on my birthday, as well. But at the same time I felt a surge of energy, as the wonderful and powerful pastor I knew before had blossomed into eternal form and had now joined the saints in prayer both for me and for all of humanity.
No one had to teach me this doctrine. No one has ever tried to convince me of these things. I have stood face to face with the truth. I know that life is a test, and death is a joke.
Death is like a scary story told to children, a cautionary tale. The greatest urban legend. Death is not real.
DMT showed me the way. The place we are is cleverly designed by a perfect and amazing Creator.
It is not intended for any of the Chosen to die. And die, we do not.
And it is certainly not intended for you, brother, to be forever in mourning and in sadness.
I write this not purely to tell you as if you do not know, or on the chance you do not know. I write this in respect for the memory of your father, the memory of my kin, the memory of my dearest departed Friends, and in the interest of all souls who may encounter this text.
Those grateful dead are cheering us on, they are proud of us, they anticipate and look forward to our futures, and gleefully they know there will come a day when we will join them in doing bigger and greater things, and yet still have the time to cheer for those of us still in this struggle, this fight, this illusion, this Matrix.
Take time, for you and for your sanity, to mourn the separation you're experiencing, the changes in your life going forward without the accustomed physical presence of your father. But don't for one moment trick yourself into believing he is not here, that he is lost, or that his fight is over, friend.
Blessed are you today and more blessings upon you. Praise be to God.
True. See The Friday Afterlife Report
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One of the Irish most enduring traditions is the Funeral Wake. A wake isnt as much about mourning our loss as it is celebrating life. We often pass a bottle of something like Tullamore around and we tell happy stories of life and joy.
So I wont take what you wrote the wrong way.
The Irish Blessing I quoted in the op:
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.
Beautiful, succinct, and accurate.