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I was going through some files the other day and I found something that I thought I had lost. It was my father’s eulogy that I wrote in 1998. I’ve done a pretty good job of saving anything emotional from my mom and dad but I haven’t been able to locate this in years.
At any rate, I read through it and I was surprised how teary it made me. I won’t share it today because it’s on paper and not my computer and I would probably have to scan it or retype it to put it up. I think, however, that I should probably do it by next week for father’s day or on July 31st for his birthday.
My parents rarely leave my thoughts. I don’t sit around and wonder so much about what they’d think of me. I’m basically the same person that I was when they were around and I know they loved me then and I’m sure they’d still love me now.
Nope, I think about my kids and what it would have been like for them to have grown up around my parents. I know my parents would have enjoyed all their grandchildren and not just my kids but Bruce’s and Brad’s too.
I ran into an old friend of my parent’s yesterday at the movies and boy, she was old. See, my parents died in their 60’s so I never thought of them as old and I never watched them age.
Afterwards, I pondered what it would be like to have seen my parents so old and weak. It was weird very frankly.
However, I would still have loved for my kids to have known them. They were smart and articulate and interesting. They loved to learn and sometimes I wonder how in the world I was their child. I’m not like that at all.
My mom was into social justice and she would have been thrilled with all the rights that LBGT people have but I think she would have been disgusted with all the racial relation problems. After all, she worked as the only white professor at a historically black women’s college in the 70’s. She was a trailblazer.
My dad would have been unhappy with all the Middle East stuff going down because he actually went, as a Jew, to visit the Palestinian camps in Israel. He hated how they were treated.
So that’s what I’ve been thinking about this week. I should probably strive to be a better person and individual. I’ve been thinking about what I can do to make more of a difference and I’m wondering if I’m up to the task.
I’ll let you know and I’ll share my dad’s eulogy sometime.
Enjoy your parents while they’re around. That’s what I really think.