Poem: Honor

We come to honor our father,
(Husband, grandfather),
In this memorial.

We honor his years of youth,
Sewing the harvest of his adult years,
Courting and marrying
Our mother (grandmother),
And pursuing the education
Which would be the cornerstone
Of our family.

We honor his young adult years
In which studies and career
Corresponded with bearing
His two sons, and brining his
Family back to California.

We honor the travels and explorations
Of the world with our
Trips to close and far
Destinations from the Sierras
To Japan and Europe.

We honor the faith
That he held
With simple understanding
And admiration
For guidance
And comfort.

We honor his willingness
To provide for our youthful years
Educations, experiences,
Adventures, and misdeeds,
Always with acceptance
And forgiveness when his
Prodigal sons returned
With another layer of life experiences.

We honor his love
Of family and desire
To find us wherever
We settled ourselves
In the world.

We honor the freedom
That he gave us and
Our mother to pursue
Dreams to see other places,
Meet diverse people,
And learn to love
Nature, whether along
A river, ski slope, or
Mountain garden.

We honor his need
For opinion,
Whether we agreed
Or ranted with and
Against him.
And his pursuit
Of voicing his positions,
Personally and
In the public forum.

We honor his ability
To include all people
On a personal level,
Seeking ways to help
Them weather the adversity
Of need, for shelter,
Transportation, material comfort,
And spiritual connection.

We honor his elder years,
Filled with memories,
Reiteration, physical compromise,
Unrelenting drive for continuity,
Which slowly descended
To simple pleasures
Of a meal, a smile,
A handshake,
Before the inevitable nap.

We honor his assent
To allows other to care
For him in his waning
Years, always perking up
Momentarily to kind gestures,
Gentle touch, a moment
Of presence,
In which time became timeless.

For this honor,
We pass on the visible
Evidence of a good life
To the ocean which surrounds
The places that he called home
For nearly 90 years.

About hermitsdoor

Up here in the mountains, we have a saying, "You can't get there from here", which really means "We wouldn't go the trouble to do that". Another concept is that "If you don't know, we ain't telling." For the rest, you'll have to read between the lines.
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15 Responses to Poem: Honor

  1. What a moving, lovely In Memoriam. How we miss loved ones, especially parents, when they pass. Very sorry for your loss.

  2. cindy knoke says:

    How beautiful. I am sorry for your loss, but happy he led such a meaningful life.

    • hermitsdoor says:

      Thanks. As a former (but always) counselor, you understand the value to the ceremony. Given the world circumstances, a service was not reasonable. We were all content for a half-hour sitting on a log watching the Pacific rolled in and out as we shared memories. Amusingly, we walked out on a slight rise of a sand bar which ended about where the waves were coming up to. After depositing the ashes, two waves came up, over the edge of the sandbar, swept around us (missing us the first wave) but forming a little flow of water between us and beach. We had a good laugh as we stood in a couple inches of water with the second wave, until the water flowed back out and we could get back up on the dry beach. With the generally southerly flow of the ocean, he may be moving your way by now.

  3. Pat Kerr says:

    Oscar….what a beautiful, honest and loving tribute about your dad who we loved too and who became family for us as well as the rest of the Larson family many decades ago. Thank you Oscar for putting pen to paper to write this for us all. With love…….

    • hermitsdoor says:

      Pat, I have been in Mountain View for a few days with family. We celebrated my 60th (oh my!) birthday and Sunday took Dad’s ashes to the ocean. I thought that my readers (you in mind) would like to be included in internment, even though formal services are limited these days. I’m glad that you read this.

  4. Felicia says:

    You have such a way with words Oscar and I am grateful for your blog in a season when Charlie’s life could not be remembered in a larger communal setting. The life you live brings honor to your father and the name you bear in his absence. What a loving and honest tribute to the man I knew for just a few of those nearly 90 years.

  5. Emily McKenney says:

    Oscar, This is a lovely tribute to your Dad. Love, Emily


  6. Hi Oscar,
    This is so beautiful! Seems like he was a great man! I am glad you have amazing memories to comfort you.
    Happy 60th! Does it feel any different than 59?
    Blessings! ♥♥

    • hermitsdoor says:

      A better contrast would be 40 or 20. Actually, it’s somewhat like that country song of a few years back, “I’m good once, as I once was”. We are active and possibly healthier than in younger years, but we do limit our activity in terms of time and endurance. Also, some activity that I might have participated in years ago no longer holds interest or relevance. You can let me know in five years whether 59 seems the same as 60. Cheers.

  7. I am thinking about going backwards for a little bit and turn 54 next year. 55 is just not me at all. 35 is me! 😉
    Great to hear that you are healthier now than when you were younger.
    I need to do better as far as exercise. I totally agree with you, how a lot things no longer seems attractive or relevant to me.
    And here is to many more good years, no matter what the number is! ♥♥

  8. Lavinia Ross says:

    A beautiful and moving memorial to your father, Oscar. I am sorry for your loss, but glad you have all these wonderful memories of him. Our loved ones may be gone from sight, but they are never far from mind.

  9. Fairy Queen says:

    This poem is very intense 😔🙏

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