My father had a deep connection to our ancestors and believed that those who passed before us left something within us, a timeless body of wisdom. In every community, certain individuals are chosen to access this spiritual knowledge. It was only after moving to Denmark that I began to understand the bridge between what the wise have long known and what the young are still striving to learn. There are lessons we have yet to experience, yet they are lessons that those before us have already navigated. My father’s legacy has been left in every life that he ever touched.
The funeral (part two)
““The winds that sometimes take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love. Therefore, we should not cry about something that was taken from us, but, yes, love what we have been given. Because what is really ours is never gone forever.” ”
I ended my tribute with this beautiful and reflective quote from Bob Marley. It speaks to the cyclical nature of life—loss and gain, endings and new beginnings. It encourages gratitude and resilience, reminding us that what truly belongs to us, in essence, never really disappears. It served as a powerful anchor, exploring both loss and the lessons of love that remain.
The funeral
My father had no desire to play the fool, pretending he had all the answers to life's questions. Quite the contrary. So today, I begin with a tribute - an exploration and an exercise in self-reflection. In other words, I want to look back on my relationship with my father throughout his long and complicated life, with all its twists and turns.