Dad.

My dad.

Jerome Lavern Eikum.

August 4th, 1059 — August 1, 2018

Funeral: August 10, 2018

Prayer and church wasn’t something my family did together. But as I’ve witnessed the great mysteries in life, birth of my babies and death of my loved ones, I’ve learned a lot about God and His love. I’d like to share some of that, but first I’d like to read a prayer for my dad. I know it’s a very popular prayer but my dad could recite it word for word by heart so I’d like to start with the Lord’s Prayer.

Our father who art in Heaven

hallowed be Thy name;

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done

on earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us;

And lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

As many of you know, either up close and personal or through the things you’ve heard, my dad had demons. His struggle with alcohol became much more powerful than any of us can begin to understand. But to fault is to be human. God grants us mercy by not giving us what we deserve. I am not perfect, nor are you. My father was not perfect. But he was a good man. God loves him and forgives him. And I do, too.

As the Reverend John Maclean says it best in A River Runs Through It, Quote “For it is true we can seldom help those closest to us. Either we don’t know what part of ourselves to give or more often than not, the part we have to give is not wanted. And so it is those we live with and should know who elude us. But we can still love them. We can love completely without complete understanding.” End quote.

So all I ask of you today is to remember Jerry before alcohol grabbed ahold of him. Remember the Jerry who enjoyed laughing over a beer with his friends. The guy who never wore a shirt and always had his flip flops on. The Jerry who teased with a loving tone and could wear a saying out. The dude who caught a 16 inch trout every single time he went fishing but rarely brought back the evidence. Jerry the generous giver and the sentimental sap.

I know Dad’s Heaven is somewhere on a beach. He was always happiest, whether it be the sands of Maui or on the beaches of the North Fork, with his toes in the water, ass in the sand, not a worry in the world, a cold beer in his hand, life was good that day.

Dad, your eternal life is good today.

One thought on “Dad.

  1. Tara, you have such a way with words. You did such a great job standing up and sharing this about your dad. That had to be so hard and you took all of our breathes away when you spoke!

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