Eulogy For My Dad

Ecclesiastes 3:1-15 (NLT)

For everything there is a season,
    a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
    A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
    A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
    A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
    A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
    A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
    A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
    A time for war and a time for peace.

What do people really get for all their hard work? 10 I have seen the burden God has placed on us all. 11 Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end. 12 So I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can. 13 And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.

14 And I know that whatever God does is final. Nothing can be added to it or taken from it. God’s purpose is that people should fear him. 15 What is happening now has happened before, and what will happen in the future has happened before, because God makes the same things happen over and over again.

First, I have to start by saying It’s a beautiful day – because God made it.

Because that’s what my dad would say. Over and over again – every day.

I’ve said that a lot this past week to keep reminding myself to look for the good stuff in everything. To remind myself, that I can’t change the situation that has happened but I can react to it in a positive way. And, to remind myself that God is in control and I have that hope to hold on to for the future.

I know dad didn’t necessarily want, need, or desire to have services after he left this earth for Heaven – but he left us here to keep going for a while without him and I think he would be so happy to see us all gathered together.

I have also been thinking this past week about what I wanted to share up here today. I knew I wanted, or needed, to share something.

At my dad’s memorial service.

It still seems just a little bit like a bad dream I will wake up from and he will still physically be here with us. I’m not sure it has fully resonated with me yet.

I have so many things I could say and share about my dad. There are so many memories and stories that I’ve been reminiscing about these past few days.

I was thinking that maybe I could share a serious moment in which my dad passed on some wisdom, some guidance, and helped teach me a lesson about life in general.

Or, maybe I could share a funny story that made me laugh when it happened and still does today when I remember it.

Or, I could share a story about dad’s views on a specific topic, like politics, that would make everyone grin and nod in agreement, and think “yep, that sounds just like Sam”.

Or, I could talk about something he loved to do. or to collect, or maybe just a specific memory of a moment a dad and a daughter shared together that I will forever hold dear in my heart.

But, I couldn’t settle on just one particular anecdote. Nothing stuck out as the right thing for me to share because just one thing didn’t sum up my dad’s 80 years on this earth adequately.

And, I started to cry. Because that’s what I do. And, because I wanted to be able to express just how much my dad meant to me up here today. I wanted to be able to say something about this man’s legacy. But, I couldn’t figure out how to pick just one thing, or even two, to express my thoughts and feelings.

And that’s when I realized how very lucky and very blessed I have been to have too many good memories to pick just one.

Some people don’t get to have a dad like I had – for as many years as I did. I am so thankful that I got the father here on earth that I got.

So, thank you dad, for becoming the man you did and becoming the father you did and giving your daughter such a great dad.

The last words my dad said that I could clearly understand were “I love you too kiddo” And I always knew that he did.

I love you always dad, until we see each other again.

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