Yesterday was my Dad's memorial. It was a very difficult day for me. I still can't believe that he is gone. I know that it will take time before I ever really feel normal again--if ever. My dad was my biggest influence. He believed in me even when I didn't and always encouraged me to keep writing.
I gave his eulogy and kept his photo with me as I read it. It wasn't easy but I really wanted to do it to honor the man I was so fortunate to have as my Dad. I had several people come up to me afterward at his celebration of life and ask for a copy, so I told them I would post it here. Thank You all very much for your love and support and friendship.
xoxoxo,
Michele
I gave his eulogy and kept his photo with me as I read it. It wasn't easy but I really wanted to do it to honor the man I was so fortunate to have as my Dad. I had several people come up to me afterward at his celebration of life and ask for a copy, so I told them I would post it here. Thank You all very much for your love and support and friendship.
xoxoxo,
Michele
Good
morning. My family and I thank you for your support and out pouring of love
during this difficult time. My dad would be humbled and grateful.
My Dad never
complained about the disease that took over his body, and in fact, up until the
day he passed away he would say things like, “When I get better I am going to
do this or that.” He was always a positive light, always embracing the good in
people and life. He inspired everyone he met. That was just who he was. He
started writing a book not too long ago about his ventures as an entrepreneur,
a guide for others who maintained an entrepreneurial spirit. So, I want to start off speaking about my dad
from his own very recent personal words.
He started
with a verse from the Bible out of the book of Romans chapter 8 verse 28.
“And
we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who
have been called according to his purpose.” I want to side note here because he explained to me what this
verse meant to him. As a boy, my dad had wanted to be a pastor, and at that
time and for many years he thought that this verse was about being called to
preach the word of God. But he recently told me that his interpretation of the
verse is that we are to live a purpose filled life. We are to live our lives to
fullest, for our lives are a gift. We are to discover our purpose and live
that. My dad knew his purpose was to help horses and also to inspire people. He
did this.
He went on
to write: I’m not a Bible thumper, I promise. Though beginning with this verse
may suggest otherwise. I haven’t graced the pews of God’s house in the past
twenty years except for the occasional wedding or funeral. Regardless, I’ve
always held this verse to be true. And though my actions may not always reflect
it, I’m a man of faith, both in God and myself. Faith carried me through a
childhood education riddled with intellectual self-doubt, eventually leading me
to drop out of high school, through a series of failed inventions and business
endeavors to finally realizing my dream of entrepreneurial success in an
industry I love.
Eventually,
I realized that my faith was the result of giving credence to my day dreaming.
It’s something that I’ve done constantly throughout my life and for a long time
completely unaware of its power. It’s a tactic that coaches and psychiatrists
call visualization. To me, it’s just day dreaming.
For those
looking to find success, the process is as simple as the one alluded in the
Biblical verse. Have faith, find your purpose and assume your calling. The key
is to dream before determining the details. It’s counter intuitive but an
unhindered way of thinking that banishes self doubt before it can kill a great
idea. Essentially, it’s learning to put the cart before the horse.
That is just
a little bit of what Dad wrote down, but it shows what kind of man he was. He
was a dreamer and doer. He chose how to live his life by dreaming how he wanted
it to go. He set forth goals and dreamed about them, and then he did everything
in his power to achieve them.
Dad wasn’t
someone who just talked the talk. My dad was a man of action who showed me and
us how life should be lived. I really grasped this as he became sicker over the
last two years. What I learned from him is that life is all about choices. We
get to choose how we want it to go. Sure things happen to us and sometimes they
are not great things, but it is all in the perspective. It is all in how we
view it. Dad could have viewed his disease as limiting, but he didn’t. He chose
to continue to live his life as fully as he possibly could. He continued to
joke and laugh, he continued to want friends and family around, he continued to
create ideas and share them with us. He didn’t just allow a disease to take him
willingly. That was exactly who my dad was—a chooser of the good things, and a
man who focused on the positive, a warrior for the light in this life.
There were
some fundamentals that Dad taught me that have helped shape my life, and I am
sure there are those of you here who would say that he did the same thing for
you as well. I am certain that if he had had the opportunity to finish his book
that he would have included these keys to living a life successful and
fulfilled.
The first
key to living a life fulfilled the way my dad did is to live your passion. Find
what you love and delve in with all of you, even if it is scary. A life
fulfilled is going to have some fear in it, but if we don’t live our passions
and live them passionately what is the point? We know my dad’s passion was
finding ways to make the lives of horses more comfortable. He and my mom
created an entire industry from his passion.
Think about that for a minute. To me, it is completely inspiring. My
parents created an industry out of my dad’s passion for the horse. They’ve
employed people, they have donated scholarship monies, they have helped
thousands of handicapped riders, and they have truly made the lives of hundreds
of thousands of equine athletes and their human partners more happy and
comfortable. That is a legacy, and a life fulfilled.
The second
key my dad taught me in order to live a fulfilled life is to maintain an ethic
of persistence. It is true that nothing worthwhile is easy to gain. Hard work,
a sound mind, a good attitude and a willingness to strive for your goals is
exactly what made up the man who was my father. He would tell me to set a goal,
visualize how I wanted that goal to be achieved, see it happening, feel it
happening, and then set another one, because the initial goal would occur and
be a bit anti-climatic because I had lived it over and over again already in my
mind—so his constant message was to go for it—reach for the stars and when you
get there, reach even further, reach even higher. I think by the testament of
all of the people he loved and who loved him back that he reached for the
heavens. That is a life fulfilled.
The third
key, dad taught me was to have patience. Not everything happens on our time
clock. In fact, it usually doesn’t. And I have learned to trust that there are
reasons why things happen when and how they are supposed to. I don’t always
have the answers or know the reasons, but I have learned that through the
patience my dad suggested to maintain in my family life and in my career that
he has always been right. It always does work out the way it is supposed to.
Again maybe not in the time desired and maybe not in the ways expected, but
with a little patience when the sweetness in life does occur, it is even that
much sweeter and memorable.
And finally,
Dad taught me that peace in life is a key element. I did not completely
understand that one until just two weeks ago, right after he passed away.
Two days
before Dad left this world, he said to me. “I have all the answers to life.” I
said, “You do?” And he said, “Yep. I do. I know all the answers now.”
I said,
“What are they?”
He replied,
“Love, family and peace.” I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek and said,
“Yep, Dad. You got it right.” At the time, I really didn’t think much about it.
I thought it was sweet and pretty much an easy answer.
But I have
thought about his answers, and you know what I believe he was right. I believe
the answers are that simple. We come here to love one another and make certain
that we share our love with other people, animals, all life—an appreciation and
gratitude is an expression of our love. One of my dad’s favorite things to
remind was, “Keep an attitude of gratitude. There is always something to be
thankful for, even in our darkest hours. There is always a flower to smell, the
whisper of a hummingbirds wings, the mane and tail of a horse flying through
the air as it sails across a pasture. Find what makes you thankful and maintain
that attitude of gratitude.”
Family. Through the grace of God we are given
family. Some of our family is blood related, some we choose such as our
friends. My dad had a huge extended
family from his friends and employees who he loved to his animals, especially
his Ziggy dog. Sharing our love with our family is living your life and Dad did
that.
And finally,
peace. The one key I never really understood until after Dad passed, and now I
believe that I do. If we live a life giving and receiving love from the family
we are born into, to the family we extend our hearts to, then we can end our
days peacefully. I was with Dad when he passed away and I assure you it was
peaceful as my mom held him in her arms. And if you knew my dad you loved him,
and I know that you knew he loved you. He let people know exactly what he felt.
To really
sum up exactly who my Dad was to so many people, I want t read from an e-mail
that was sent to me right after his passing from our good friend Don Trotter.
Don wrote: I didn't really ever get to know your dad that well as a dozen or so
meetings doesn't really constitute a relationship. Yet I'd like to take this
opportunity to use a bit of "license" to express how he touched my
life.
The first
time I had the privilege of meeting your Pop was last year at that burger joint
in Ramona with John. He said something to me that resonated, and will resonate
with me for the rest of my days.
"Don, I
can die a happy man knowing that I've made millions of horse's lives more
comfortable."
That
statement of a life mission.... accomplished, was something another man of
vision cannot ever forget. I won't ever forget it, of that I am sure. Your
father was a heroic figure to me. A man who, despite whatever foibles he may
have had, saw his life in terms of his good deeds. That's my definition of a
mensch. His death does not signal the end of his life, but the beginning of his
legacy. That legacy will live on, in no small part, in me as I attempt to
accomplish a life's mission. I'm certain the same is true for many other men
whose lives he touched.
The truth of
the brief time I knew him is that he was an inspirational figure who left a bit
of his wisdom linger with everyone he met. He certainly did that with me. I am
grateful to you for introducing him to me and will always remember him as
"That Guy", the one who had the rare ability to truly inspire others
to be better than they thought they were capable. This is, in fact, a time to
mourn, but I see it more as a time for action. For me, his passing signals a
moment of remembrance and sorrow and a lifetime of celebration and motivation
to be a better human being. Heroes only come around every now and then; he was
most certainly one of them.
My dad was a
hero. He was someone who inspired, who truly cared about others. And obviously,
he was a man of faith. He believed in
himself, he believed in others, and he believed in God. And I believe he is
with God and us right now. A week before
he died, Dad was looking up at the ceiling and holding his arms up and out, a
smile on his face, and tears streaming in his eyes. Two days before he passed
he looked up again from his chair and was staring. I said, “Dad? What do you
see?” He looked at me and said, “Something so pretty.” I asked him what it was
and he just smiled and said, “It’s just so beautiful.” I knew right then that
Daddy was being called home by the angels.
I keep having
this awesome image of my Dad now. He had this little black quarter horse named
Smokey while I was growing up. My dad was always a giver, but this horse was
his special guy to him. If he let you
ride old Smokey, you knew you were special.
When his horse died, my Dad was devastated. He adored Smokey and Smokey
adored him. I now like to day dream as my dad taught me. I visualize my dad
being met by the angels and Smokey. He’s sitting up on that horse, his big
smile on his face, his blue eyes twinkling, and he’s waving to us. He’s saying,
“Don’t be sad, my friends. I’ve got new adventures ahead. It’s time for me and
my boy here to wind on up the mountain to explore. But when you get here, I’ll
wind on back down and meet you. It’s been fun and it’s been fulfilling and one
heck of a ride, and I will see you again on the other side.”
I will leave
you with one last thought. We may have lost a husband, a dad, a grandpa, a
friend, a mentor, an animal advocate, and an amazing business man on this earth.
But I know in my heart and soul that God just got himself one amazing angel in
his Heaven, and that angel, my Dad, is watching over all of us and wanting all
of us to live like he did—a life fulfilled.
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Cheers to our wonderful dads, and all the great dads out there!