On the 3rd 7th day of our beloved dad’s passing, we wanted to share some special moments with his fellow readers and friends.
It is impossible to write down all that we are feeling, processing, and remembering during this time. So instead, we will rely on pictures, poems and songs to convey what is in our hearts.
When we were going through Dad’s documents, we found this poem he had written after his own father passed away. Dad’s beautiful words are hauntingly perfect and bind our three generations together.
Farewell, father
Tears running ceaselessly, While the warmth gives way to winter coldness. The wind from the east brings seasonal greetings, but cannot carry all the sentimental feelings that bond two generations. It takes pain to utter a farewell, as the tears already ran down even before a single word was articulated. Although we are separated by the ocean, we are still bound together by never-ending connections.
As our family continues to grieve and celebrate Dad’s life, we are exploring how we can honor him and make his wishes come true. Dad always wanted to reach readers, to spread understanding, compassion, love and celebrate each other – with laughter, wit, and sage advice. As we develop the plans for his lasting legacy, we wanted to thank you all, his readers and friends, in sharing your memories and love for our beloved Dad, and for all the great suggestions in continuing to honor him. We are grateful and are weaving some of the ideas in our plan to carry on our Dad’s legacy, with more detailed to come next week.
Tears running ceaselessly,
While the warmth gives way to winter coldness.
The wind from the east brings seasonal greetings,
but cannot carry all the sentimental feelings that bond two generations.
It takes pain to utter a farewell,
as the tears already ran down even before a single word was articulated.
Although we are separated by the ocean,
we are still bound together by never-ending connections.
