Nothing short of cutting words in stone somehow seem adequate enough to bring proper attention and tribute to the memory and passing of a life.
On Friday my father passed away.
And no level of technology or screaming or flags or firing cannons from a mountain-sized monument shaped with dynamite can pay enough tribute and respect due to him, nor solace to the pain, sadness, anger and frustration I feel and the rest of his family feels from his unnecessary passing.
You will be dearly missed, but your footprints in this world have only just begun.
I love you Dad.