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Lisa Taylor's avatar

I am sitting in my rental car at Riverside National Cemetery, having gotten here way too early for the interment of my dad’s ashes later today. He died a month ago. The weirdness of having no parents left (I keep thinking “I’m fresh out of parents” which is also weird but I’m not overly experienced in this so I’m cutting myself some slack) is matched only by the weirdness of writing my dad’s eulogy. I don’t know that I got my take on his life’s poem right. He was complicated and remarkable and my dad.

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Tina Rowley's avatar

Lisa, I’m so sorry. (What timing, too, here, good grief.) And I had the exact same phrase run through my head last year with my mom’s passing. Fresh out of parents. And if it’s any help I don’t think anyone can get a take on another’s life poem *right*. A person has to miss by at least a little. The greatest eulogy on earth still has to miss. His daughter standing up and doing her best to catch his life force, that’s an unstoppable poem already.

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Kate Kraay's avatar

You got me weepy again, Tina.

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Tina Rowley's avatar

🤍

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Jessica Dodge's avatar

How perfectly wonderful to experience this Zephyr lifting the damp hair on my forehead again, Tina. Thank you for this, so much this.

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Tina Rowley's avatar

🌌🖤

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