Scattered my fathers ashes last weekend.
 

Spent last weekend in Colorado with my family remembering my father. We scattered his ashes on my parents mountain property west of Colorado Springs. Thanks to everyone who helped me out with writing the eulogy. This is what I came up with. I only read the last paragraph but I gave everyone the opportunity to read it all.

Fathers wear many hats in life, guide, teacher and mentor. Our dad taught me a lot of things. How to throw a baseball, how to fish, the rules of basketball, how to ride a bike, how to drive, How to love your Mom. But the most important thing he taught me was the ‘Love of a father’. I remember wondering when I was a teenager, why he put up with some of the garbage he put up with from us kids. We would do things that made him pretty mad at times. But what it was, was the ‘love of a father’. We hear about it in Church. God (The Father) loves us because we are his children, but I never fully understood what that meant until I had my own kids. Parents always want better for their kids. A better life, a better job, a better education. Because kids have the opportunity to be better people than we were. We just have to show them how and love them. I know that no matter what they do, I will still love my children unconditionally. I learned that from Dad. No matter what any of us did, even when he didn’t like us, Dad still loved us.
When I was about 40 I called up Dad and I said “You were right”. He laughed and asked “about what”? I said “Pretty much everything you told me from the time I was 10 up to 25.” He laughed and said something to the effect of ‘I wasn’t trying to be ‘right’, I was just being a father’.
I really have no loose ends when it comes to my relationship with Dad. We went to baseball games together, he took me to little league practice. We bought a corvette together and worked on it together. We drank a beer together.
I know grown men whose father has never told them that he loved them. My dad told me he loved me all the time. He told me he was proud of me several times. He told me how he was always so proud to be able to tell people that his son was a Marine. Even though we haven’t been very close for many years now, I try to live my life so that Dad would be proud of the man I am.

The last time I saw Dad, which was June of this year he didn’t know who I was. His exact words were, “I cant remember your name, but Ill never forget your face.” Well Dad, Ill never forget your face either.
And now we do what has to be done with all good men, we have to give him back to God, with thanks for letting us borrow him for too short a time.
Goodbye Dad. I love you, and I miss you. Hug Grandma and Grandpa for me.

:sadangel: Sorry for your loss. :sadangel:

Well done and well said.

We scattered my mom's ashes in Colorado at Rocky Mtn Natl Park back in August and it was hard for all of us, but there was something liberating and uplifting as her ashes rose with the breeze and floated amongst the trees.

I pray you and your family found some peace with the service.

very nice.

:hurray:

Well done, all of you, take care.....:sadangel:

You were truly blessed to have a father such as that.

Good on you. Still miss my Mom & Dad, gone a long time now, I'll see them one day.

Sorry for your loss. 🙏🏻
I spread some of my first wife’s ashes in the Caymans. She loved it down there and spent 4 to 5 weeks a year down there for about 12 years.

You were blessed with a great father. I feel you would be the same.
Great eulogy!
:angel:

Sorry for your loss. May he rest in peace and be blessed by God.:sadangel:

Sorry for you loss. :sadangel:

Very sorry for your loss and what you wrote was great. Well done :yesnod:

Jeff

My friend Tom was very involved at the gun club. After he passed, some of his ashes were loaded into shotgun shells for a final "launch" at the gun club grounds.

It was nice ,calm day when his ashes were to be dispersed.
Some words were said and the first volley was shot. A few more stories were told and another volley.

A few more stories were told before the final volley. Unnoticed to us, the gentle breeze had shifted when the final volley was shot.

Tom's ashes drifted back on the folks who had attended. Knowing Tom, we figured he asked a "special favor" for the wind shift and was laughing like the Tom we knew and loved. :angel:

Well said, sir. I still have my Mom's after five years. Just can't part with them yet.

So very sorry for your loss :sadangel: you did good :seasix: thoughts and prayers sent your way, make sure you get your feelings about him out with friends and loved ones regularly, it's important. :yesnod:

I hope to have my ashes and Cosmo's (dog) ashes scattered on the beach I took him to someday together. :yesnod: What you did was perfect - peaceful. :angel:

haven't logged in for seemingly years now, life has dealt some blows, but had to. To tell you that your eulogy is beautiful

Beautiful words. :angel: