The funeral was held today. There was a huge number of people there, which would come of no surprise if you knew my dad. Even with such short notice, he had friends from all over the country fly in to stand in the snow and pay their respects.
Below is a copy of the eulogy I wrote for him. I know it sounds trite and cliche, but I really can't even begin to imagine how different life is going to be now that he's gone.
My father and I were two very different people. Where he was the type of person who could strike up a conversation and become friends with anyone, anywhere, I am more quiet and conserved. He loved to travel, but my idea of the perfect vacation is sitting on the couch.
He was always trying to get me to do things with him, to go up to New Hampshire and go boating or skiing, to go on down to Florida with him. To my detriment, I turned him down at almost every opportunity.
I am happy to say that in the last couple of years our relationship had strengthened quite a bit. Only a few months ago, he taught me to drive a stick shift. It sounds silly and small, but looking back I am so happy to have had him share that with me. It's something I'd always wanted to learn, and in particular something I'd always wanted to learn from him.
In good times and in bad, my father was always there for me, always ready to support me in any way he possibly could have.
But the truly amazing thing is that there are so many people out there who could say the exact same thing about him. It is nothing extraordinary for a father to want to provide for his son, but my dad was there for anyone who needed him. He was the kindest and most generous person you'd ever meet, and his death is a tragedy that has been felt by many.