It is very hard to put into words just how much I loved my father and to express just how, in the vastness of all of time and space, inexplicable my good fortune was to have such a man be my father. I was so lucky to have time over the last few years to have private talks with him. Talks seeking his wisdom on so many important topics, so many important questions. Talks enriching my intellect, my knowledge and my philosophies by receiving his frank and unvarnished answers. It is not lost on me so fortunate was I, for so many Sons and so many Fathers, that opportunity never happens. It is also very hard to put into words my feelings and emotions upon his passing. That being said I have been overwhelmed with the love and support I have received by my friends and my family. How wonderful it is to see so many people acknowledge my dad for making their lives richer. I am so proud to say my dad led a life well lived. This is a piece of writing that I would like to share, I know my dad would like it.Death Is Nothing At AllBy Henry Scott-HollandDeath is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened.Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it.Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible accident?Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just round the corner.All is well. Nothing is hurt; nothing is lost. One brief moment and all will be as it was before. How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
