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January 26, 2007

eulogy

the man in that box had limitations.

each of us knows what it meant to be hurt by him, by his limitations.

and we're all like him in that way. the outcome of what we do is never what we intend. in our ignorance and our selfishness we wound the ones we love most.

we all have something we would like to be forgiven. we're like him in that way.

we're different from him right now, in that we are alive, the shape of our future isn't set yet.

life is a gift, a treasure.

if not for that man, I would not have had the opportunity to experience life, and I'm grateful for that.

and I intend to prove it.

every day.

posted by matthew at 09:38 PM




I'm sorry for your loss.

Every day for a while you will find some new way to experience this transformation. And after the everydayness, you will have unexpected moments when you realize your similarities, your differences, with your dad. It is the nature of things. We come to this existence with many things to learn. For some of us I believe the purpose is to help expose the lack of balance in others. I don't know what your dad's purpose was, but you are such a good and kind and generous person, his interaction with you caused you to react in ways that have made you better, continue to do so. Perhaps this was his mission this life. I mourn his passing, too.

posted by: dalai lama on January 27, 2007 09:26 AM


I'm sorry for your loss. I'm very grateful for your gain. Very.

posted by: k on January 27, 2007 09:52 AM


I've fallen a bit behind here, Matt. Very sorry for your current subject matter though. It's amazing what we learn from the parental examples we experience, good and bad. As you've said though, we are who we are because of them -- for better or for worse. Am sending good thoughts your way during this life passage.

posted by: Carroll on January 27, 2007 07:35 PM


I'm probably much older than you. I remember the day my father died, more than 20 years ago. He, too, had limitations and he hurt people unintentionally. And I am his son. Whether through genes or proximity, I'm learning that I share many of his faults...but I also share many of his strengths. I'm consciously different from that man in many ways. But I'm recognizing now, after all these years, the comfortable similarities, too. I think fathers disappoint their sons, but they leave a huge void when they go. And they leave grateful sons who live life better after experiencing, first hand, the pain of loss. I hope you and your daughter and both of your sisters can have happy memories of the things your father gave you. Sometimes, when I witness the connections between parents and children, I have brief moments of regret that my wife and I chose not to have children. Peace and love to you and yours. Loss is difficult.

posted by: John on January 27, 2007 11:23 PM