When your father dies, say the Irish,
you lose your umbrella against bad weather.
May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Welsh,
you sink a foot deeper into the earth.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Canadians,
you run out of excuses.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the French,
you become your own father.
May you stand up in his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Indians,
he comes back as the thunder.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Russians,
he takes your childhood with him.
May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the English,
you join his club you vowed you wouldn’t.
May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.
When your father dies, say the Armenians,
your sun shifts forever.
And you walk in his light.
~ Diana Der-Hovanessian ~
Thanks to my friend, Amy Callan, for sending me this.
makes me happy you posted it here <3
:) and I printed it and put it with a bookmark that was available at the memorial service but I didn’t see it. Aunt Gerry had one and she gave hers to me just as I was leaving town. I am setting up my own little memorial to Daddy and that writing is front and center with it. Thank you so much, Amy, it speaks to my heart to read it.