I went to a funeral yesterday to mourn the loss of a father taken too soon. Instead, we celebrated his life. His beautiful 22-year-old daughter gave the most brilliant eulogy I have ever heard. Sad, yet hopeful. Honest about the pain but somehow joyful in the midst of it.
Michael, you will be missed… But you will never be forgotten.
He built the most amazing sandcastles.
I don’t know how he did it.
We spent our childhood summer days on the beach coated in sand from head to toe, carrying bright yellow plastic shovels and green falling-apart buckets, the same ones we used to wrangle jellyfish with nets on inner tubes. We built giant sand crabs with tunnels underneath all the different legs, giant octopuses and sharks that Mitchell would pretend were eating him, and even giant flip flops to make my mom smile.
But the sandcastles!!!
They were masterpieces: medieval mansions with the tallest shell-topped towers, volcanos with lava drizzled all over the sides, and even a Greek temple, including, of course, a history lesson on Zeus and Greek mythology, since nothing happened in the Garrett family that couldn’t be considered educational. My dad called himself a “student of life” and he adeptly passed that love of learning on…
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Thank you for sharing her post mark. It is beautiful.
this is so absolutely beautiful and full of love. thank you for sharing this, mark –