Ode to my dad...

Prior to my father passing away more than two weeks ago, I had it in mind to write something about him and his life and what he meant to me and my family. I never got around to it, and when we knew his time in this realm was limited, I really tried to put something down. But try as I might, I could not come up with anything. Not that he didn't have a huge impact on all of us, but probably because I had already said it to many people as they asked me about him. I had told them simply, "My Dad is(was) my Hero." I told this to one collegue of mine and she sent me this poem about three days later.

SUCCESS
by Martin Buxbaum

You can use most any measure
When you're speaking of success.
You can measure it in fancy home,
Expensive car or dress.
But the measure of your real success
Is the one you cannot spend.
It's the way your kids describe you
When they're talking to a friend.

Friends, I tell you again. "My Dad was my Hero."

That life story did get written, but in two different ways. Two people, one a blood relative and the other just as close as one, told my dad's story in wonderful ways. One was in a endearing, touching, and funny video montage of family photos, and the other was in a letter written to him about how much he meant to all of us. So I am happy that the story of my dad got told in the way it did. It was far better than anything I could have ever done on my own.

Later!