We celebrated Father’s Day this past Sunday, and I was reminded, again, that the best gifts ever given to me have been my children … now three young adults.
We talked about the contents of this post (see previous entry) and they chastised me when it got to the part whereby I stated that only relatives should attend my mom’s funeral.
Why, they asked, would I not let her friends come to the ceremony?
Under cross-examination, it turns out I had no defense; that after all this time, I’ve been more worried about myself than about her. It forced a tear or two to fall as I realized that they were right and I was wrong. It will now be opened to anyone who cares enough to come… you can only pre-plan so much, after which, the logistics will just have to take care of themselves.
I was humbled to have found that I had drifted so far off the mark. Until they reminded me that what they were doing was simply following the fatherly advice they grew up with – to tell it like it is.
Father knows best? I’m not too sure anymore. On the other hand, with great “kids” like these, how can I go wrong?
Let the sunshine in,