I’m coming to you with some somber news today. My father recently became ill and passed away. He had been perfectly healthy and then, suddenly, an illness swept over him and never let go. After battling in the hospital for two weeks, he finally slipped away.
As you may or may not know, I live, study, and work in South Korea. My home and family are in the United States. With my father’s passing, I dropped everything – the classes that I’m currently teaching and the Master’s degree courses that I’m taking – and rushed home to be with loved ones and to perform the funeral. The brief trip was hectic and full of many tears. Although it was a whirlwind, the trip was also a time of healing. I find myself now back in Korea, back at work and school, trying to pick up the pieces.
I’d like to share with you what I wrote for the eulogy. It was a struggle to read the following passage, but I choked back my tears and whimpered out these words:
“Writing and speaking about someone you know and love dearly should be simple, but it’s not…for me, at least. This past week I’ve been struggling with what to say about my father. How can I put his life and actions into words? How can I give an accurate portrayal of him in a way that does his memory justice in just a few minutes? I finally came to the conclusion that I simply cannot summarize just how great a man my father was in a few short moments or words. In reality, it would take a lifetime of 66 years or more to capture even a mere glimpse of my father’s love, compassion, creativity, and wisdom.
It’s really hard to process his passing. I hate to think of how he won’t be around to give us advice, share his love and teaching, joke around with his unique wit and humor, or create beautiful works of art in his studio.
Although he was plucked from this earth at too young an age, my father lived a full and vibrant life. Through his teaching, preaching, and wisdom he touched many souls. He raised four boys to become successful young men. He loved our mother unconditionally through good times and bad. My father always led us down the right path, and I hope you remember him fondly as you travel on your own individual journeys. Thank you all for being here to support us, both grieving our loss and rejoicing in heaven’s gain.”
So here we have several recent photos I took of my father. Also included here are some shots I took at the funeral. They were all captured with various cameras and black and white films. Thank you all for visiting the blog, having a look, and showing your support.
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~ Patrick Bresnahan