Even though we were only back in Michigan for a week, just under, really, it felt like we were there for at least 2 or 3. In a good way though.
Dad’s party was a tremendous success. Only 210 people were expected but at least 250 showed up, probably more. One of the rules he decided on for the party was that there should be more laughs than tears and this was definitely the case.
People talked about him with such love and humour, I don’t think I’ve ever been prouder of my father. Sure he used to make me crazy and angry on a regular basis but he was still one of the most outstanding men I’ve ever known. And, clearly, he touched a lot of lives in very positive ways. We should all be so lucky.
My mom planned an amazing party, she put together hundreds of photos and pieces of memorabilia from Dad’s life. Every table had a Donald Duck in the center and an ARDS support center brochure and K8DD card at each place. Much to Mom’s dismay, a lot of fart jokes were told, but I think she just needs to accept the role that flatulence will always play in my father’s legacy. It was truly one of his special talents.
We were all lucky to have known him despite this special talents.