My father did not want a funeral or an obituary or potato salad events upon his passing. A true Irish goodbye. But here is what I would have shared.
It’s intimidating giving a tribute for such an accomplished and beloved writer and public speaker. One who often aimed to lead with laughter and then sneak in message. One who sought to make tears well but not spill. One who held attention with relatable originality. Yes, this is a daunting task, so I will call upon the master and his words for help.
Brilliance will be adequate.
This is what he said when he dropped us off at school, or whenever we started a new project or adventure. Brilliance will be adequate. He said it with a twinkle in his eye that communicated whimsy, humor and absolute confidence. We all knew he was joking, but what we felt was his absolute confidence that we could handle whatever was before us. He already believed we were brilliant, he just wanted us to believe it.
Life is short, eat dessert first.
I would like to think he coined this, but I’ve seen it on too many novelty items like post-it notes and oddly shaped plates that you can only find at the Hallmark store. But, he said it often. Of course my Dad’s definition of the four basic food groups was cake, cookies, pie and ice cream, ice cream being the preferred dish at every meal. Nothing fancy, just a little chocolate ice cream or a black and white milkshake. Just a simple reminder that life should be enjoyed not endured. Whether that takes the form of travel, or pursuing your passion or going to the movies or experiencing the culinary miracle that is ice cream, life is short, it can be hard, why not make it fun.
Don’t just give your boss what they ask for, give them what they need.
Dad was in the running for a job once. It came down to him and two other people. Each was asked to write a letter explaining why they were the best person for the job. The others wrote what most of us would, a carefully phrased treatise on our skills and what we could bring to the position. My father wrote “I’m from out of town.” He got the job. He never let fear propel him, instead he was fueled by the art of the possible. He saw beyond the task to understand the need the task was fulfilling. He wasn’t afraid to question or suggest or act based on the bigger picture. He did not work just to keep from getting fired, he worked to make a difference, launch change and dare to dream for more.
You must prepare yourself for the possibility that things could go well.
My father never trafficked in worst case scenarios. He always listened patiently as I spun a tale of woe to its potential and inevitable tragic outcome and then he would simply say “You must prepare yourself for the possibility that things could go well.” Things didn’t always go well, but how I handled and looked at them was forever influenced by these words. The way we tell the story of our lives can easily project their course. He chose, and inspired others to choose optimism. His words remind me that even when things can be hard, they are not impossible.
See the ball, catch the ball, throw the ball.
You can’t do all three at once. I imagine he said this to every person he ever coached. One thing at a time. My dad never seemed rushed. He did not wear a watch or keep a calendar. When asked how he remembered things, he said, “if it’s important, I’ll remember it.” He also said “I probably missed a lot of meetings.” Except that he didn’t, because he made everyone important. He gave everyone his full attention. Whether he was leading a meeting, or giving a speech, or coaching third base, or giving advice, he made you feel like you were the most important person in the world for that collection of moments. He truly saw people, and even more importantly, he made us feel known, loved, and cared for, which is the true secret sauce to making people believe they can do anything. This invaluable gift is what made him such a life-changing coach, colleague, friend and father.
I’m the only one here I’ve never heard of
My Dad once made a brochure, (remember those), because his booking agent said that a lot of public speakers had one. It was entitled “The World’s Most Mediocre Speaker.” Anyone who has heard him speak, knows that couldn’t be farther from the truth. He never read from a page, he never wrote anything down, he never gave the audience a dress rehearsal-always an opening night. He was the speaker that others did not want to follow. His talents took him many places including the White House and Camp David. He could have let it go to his head, but instead, he chose gratitude and humility. When at the podium in front of celebrities and luminaries he often opened with the line “I’m the only one here I’ve never heard of.” It always got a laugh, but it also underlined the awe he often felt at the opportunities he got to participate in. He never needed praise and recognition, he wanted to be useful, helpful; and he was as can be seen in his words, intentions and actions. He never lost the wonder, curiosity and humility of the Iowa farm boy.
I have a face that looks like it’s already been waited on
As are many of his wise words, this was meant to be funny; usually uttered when a server passed by the table a third or fourth time. And, as I have done with most of his words to live by, I have often stolen and used this one. Until now, I always translated it to mean, I am easily forgettable. I’m sure that’s how he meant it too, but not in a self-pitying way, just in an “I’m an average Joe” kind of way. Now, however, I believe it means that restaurant servers passed him by because he looked content. Because he was content. He carved out a life of deeds, well-accomplished, creative endeavors that redefined originality, service to so many, and loving dedication to family in all of its iterations. He found great delight in being an active and curious observer of human nature, and sought to practice and applaud everyday humanity every day. He is, in fact, unforgettable because he was brilliant, insightful, original, optimistic, attentive, curious, humble and content.
There are not enough words to capture my father, and he would be appalled at how many I have used already. I would not be who I am today without him, and learning to be without him beyond today will only be a little easier because of the words, example and legacy of kindness he has gifted to us all.
He’d want me to close with a laugh, or a marching band. I don’t have the latter, so I will include one of his favorite jokes:
A guy on the bank of a river, looks across and sees a guy on the other bank. The first guy says: “How do I get to the other side of the river?” The second guy responds: “You are on the other side of the river.”
See you on the other side one day, milkshakes are on me.
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