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My Dad

My dad, Phil Kline, died about three weeks ago. He died after a long illness and a gradual decline that accelerated during the last three weeks of his life. We was 92. He was a great man. Many of us say that about our parents when they are gone, "He was a great man, or she a great woman." We mean it too, and to us they were. That my dad was a great man can be validated in his many achievements and the plethora of awards he recieved. But we, each of his family and close friends, could ignore all of the achievements and rewards. Outside of that part of his life, he was a kind, gentle and loving-in his own inarticulate way.

A large group of friends and family-several hundred-attended his funeral. At the reception, a friend of his, speaking of the turn out, put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Hell, Jack, if he had died ten years ago, twice as many would have showed." I guess that is a bane of outliving your contemporaries,

Many times in my life I have been proud to be his son, including that moment.      

Reader Comments (1)

Even though it's nearly a year later, I wanted to say I am sorry for your loss. I dread the day when my parents are gone since we are so close. And also because I'm an only child. I attended a funeral last week for my uncle, and now my dad has been saying things like, "I wonder how many more spring seasons I'll get to enjoy?" While reading your post here I began to wonder what I might write about my dad when the time comes. I am working on a poem about my uncle since he loved poetry.

March 3, 2015 | Unregistered CommenterLauren

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