Three weeks ago today, early in the morning, my father in-law passed away. Parkinson’s or Alzheimer’s, or both (medical practicioners can be vague sometimes), took their toll. I read the obituary and two poems at his funeral, one written by my mother in-law to him when he left Utah to get his PHd at the University of Northern Colorado many years ago. The poem carried powerful emotion and I choked up a bit but made it through.
The funeral was well done. The viewing the evening before was a nice celebration of his life. Very well done. The family was very pleased with it all.
A graveside service in Utah was held for family and friends who couldn’t be at the funeral in Colorado. That, too, was very special.
He’ll be greatly missed. He was a wonderful father in-law to me. No different, in my esteem, from my own father.