Saturday, June 22, 2024

Eulogy For My Father

Today, we lay my father, Robert Knight to rest and reunite him with his first born son, my brother, Bryan. I believe that now he will finally be at peace. In his 96 years, my father lived through many trials and tribulations. His was not an easy life.  

The oldest of five children, Robert was just a young boy when his father was taken as a prisoner in the Second World War.  He left school at the age of twelve to work on a farm and provide for his family in his father's absence.  At the age of 18, Robert met the love of his life, Margaret, at the Ceilidh and they were married on the 27th of March, 1953.  With only two dollars in his pocket, Robert boarded a ship and sailed to Canada to find work and a better life for he and his new bride.

A self taught, yet skilled tradesman, Robert was able to later provide passage for Margaret to join him and they settled in Toronto and started a family. Opportunity led him to Windsor and Robert moved his family to the place he would call home for the remainder of his life. 

Robert is survived by his loving wife of 71 years, Margaret.  After three years apart, unfortunate circumstances reunited them last June and over this past year, they once again resided under the same roof.  Dementia may have stolen their memories, but I believe that their connection and love remained intact.  I will be forever grateful that they were reunited in the end.  Though my mother cannot be here today, I know she would have wanted me to acknowledge the life they had together and celebrate the man that he was. 

A father of four children, Robert would outlive all but me.  The grief and tragedy he endured in his lifetime cannot be put into words.  All of you who stand here with me share in a part of that grief.  In that, sadly, we are united. Today, Bryan, Lynn and Scot, are here with us in spirit and have welcomed my father home. 

On this day, we remember not only the journey you've completed Robert, but the dynasty you have left behind.  I know he will live on in our memories, in our stories, and in what all of us have become because of him.  Today, tomorrow, and in the years to come,  I encourage you to share your memories and your stories of him. In doing so, we will keep the gift of his life alive and the pages of his book will never be closed.  In our memories, his story lives on. 

I'd like to close by reading a poem written by Robert Burns.  In tribute to my father, please raise your glasses;


Epitaph on my own Friend

" An honest man here lies at rest,

As e'er God with His image blest:

The friend of man, the friend of truth;

The friend of age, and guide of youth:

Few hearts like his, with virtue warm'd, 

Few heads with knowledge so inform'd:

If there's another world, he lives in bliss;

If there is none, he made the best of this."


 SlĂ inte mhath!

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