We lost my father the other day, suddenly and unexpectedly, to Influenza. My sister and I, flew down to Florida to help our mom who was hospitalized with the same illness. All of us, devastated.
A magical man, who brightened any room he entered. Curiosity was his calling card. Always asking questions, and really wanting to hear the answers. In possession of a photographic memory, which served him well in his career as an attorney specializing in intellectual property & patents. It made him a fantastic analyst, a wise source, for everything from politics, the financial markets, religion, science, history and the world at large.
If you met him, you wouldn't necessarily know these things. He dressed simply, lived modestly, and preferred to spend his time and effort on the things that mattered most, education, family, and saving for that proverbial rainy day. His priorities were crystal clear, his sense of right or wrong, finely honed. His moral compass, perfectly attuned.
His best friend of forty-seven years, my mom, was always number one on his list. When the time came to down-size and think about retirement, what's best for our beautiful mom, his top priority. A house perfectly suited to her needs, should she ever be alone, his goal.
The grandchildren completely delighted him, and the love affair was mutual. My oldest spent hours discussing math, the second chose him as her sponsor for Confirmation, the third loved writing him poems and drawing him pictures, and my fourth simply adored him. He took a special interest in her health, as of late, accompanying us to doctor's appointments in the city. Always eager to advocate,
assist, and fix anything and everything.
Dad, I'll miss you.
'When through one man, a little more love and goodness,
a little more light and truth, comes into the world,
then that man's life has had meaning'
~Father Alfred Delp, SJ