Visiting the glory years of our parents

Obituaries – They’re really NOT for the dead

- ANDY DAPPEN

If you want to remember loved ones — who they were and what they stood for — write their obituaries.

I learned this lesson 12 years ago when my father died.

While the tangles of Alzheimer’s disease slowly strangled his brain, my mother took a first stab at his obituary. Upon Dad’s death, however, Mom was grieving. She shoved what she had written into my hands, “You’re the writer, why don’t you finish this?”

My mother was actually a superb writer and her draft was crisp, funny and unique. It was written in first person as though Dad had penned it so that, for once, he would have the last word.

What a marvelous portrayal of our family’s dynamic — Dad hollered a lot when things didn’t follow his designs, but it was Mom’s design that mattered. She was the true captain of the family ship. Which made Dad’s obituary a perfect construct: It was Dad’s last words … according to Mom.

I looked through old photo albums depicting the breadth of my Dad’s life and, this had me remembering my father’s quirky personality traits and classic family stories rather than the final years and the slow deterioration of his mind.

I worked in new sentences and paragraphs that were consistent with my mother’s framework but revealed more about who my father was and what he believed. Then I sent my draft out to the rest of the family.

My mother was happy and my brother was too busy to criticize.