This dad humor short story is dedicated to my dad. He passed over in June 2010. The morning after he died, I woke up with this father story in my mind. The story kept waking me, growing in detail. Until I realized I was hearing the eulogy for his funeral.
Eulogy aside, this dad humor was a father story where humor had to be involved, no kidding. Some good funeral humor that I cannot resist to tell. Once again I will illustrate what an opinionated and callous man he could be. And hysterical, if one could remove their emotions and ego from the situation. This is by far one of his best moments. One of the most humorous dad stories he could have left us with. It said it all.
Dad Humor – It’s About Time
‘It’s about time…’ might be the title dad would have chosen for his eulogy. This was his favorite expression for quite awhile. The most infamous time that truly captures the spirit of H a rol d Joh n G rif fin, always known as Jac k, was at our Aunt I da’s funeral.
When we hit forty, everyone around us starts to go. When we get to seventy, they are leaving rapidly until no one our age is left. For Dad, the funerals were rapid fire for awhile. My sister and I took turns taking him to the funerals, though she took on the most. That is how she ended up with him at Aunt Ida’s funeral. Sorry sis, but I am glad it was you.
Now Aunt Ida had eight children. Each one of them and some of their children had something to say after the minister’s eulogy. A very long affair, it was.
The third prayer ended in stunned silence as well over one hundred people sat there realizing this solemn moment was their closure to a woman’s life.
Our disgruntled and nearly deaf dad broke their silence. “It’s about time,” he loudly growled.
Elaine said she wanted to fall under her chair. Dad was oblivious.
I cannot remember, did we ever take him to another funeral? Nope, not even his own, another story, there’s always a story and dad gave us the ones with dad humor we never forget. And though we held a funeral at our mom’s family’s cemetery in the country, we did not take Dad. We will take his ashes to the memorial we have planned for him in autumn when his side of the family can attend. Hopefully we can make it quick enough so no one will say, ‘It’s about time.’