Fallen Father's Club

In my experience, when someone dies, not only are they remembered as a younger version, but their best qualities shine brightest. Rarely do you hear a eulogy that lists the dearly departed’s worst characteristics or stories of their mistakes and regrets.

My Dad was the master networker connecting every person he met with someone else. Watching him in action was incredible. He never seized the opportunity to meet someone when presented with the chance. He didn’t always want to go to an event, but he got himself dressed and always made an appearance knowing he would either make a new connection or leave with a story to tell.

My father-in-law Bob knew the importance of setting the scene and repeatedly provided the location for a perfect gathering of family and friends. He slid into the role of father to me when I lost my own twenty years ago. With Bobby G at the wheel, I felt safe.

My heart is full today knowing that these two are entertaining a dynamic group up in heaven. Bobby has cleaned the clouds and poured the pearly cocktails, while Jack has made sure each guest will not miss the party. They each left us pieces of them, and as they look down on us all, I can hear my Dad giving his famous “Great Group” toast.

Happy Father’s Day to both the old and new fathers. And to the members of the Fallen Father Club, as you remember who you are missing today, don’t forget to reflect on the pieces they left behind.