Remembering Henry

When thinking of something I might say about Henry at his funeral service, my thoughts kept going back to the picture I saw last night. It’s of Ed’s parents, Chris and Henry, at Chris’ college graduation. They are young and gorgeous, and Henry has a wide grin: he is so happy and proud of her accomplishment. This was Henry. He shared that love and pride for his children, and when I became his daughter-in-law, he shared it with me, showing up at my college graduation in 2011, proud of my achievement.

When I married Edmund, Henry said, now you’re my daughter too. He, and Chris, were as good as his word.

Today I am grateful to have had a second father in Henry, grateful to have had a few more years with him, and grateful to be able to celebrate his life with family and friends.