My dad's name was E. Michael Marmion. Since I was a young girl, we always referred to him affectionately as EM2 (E. M. "Squared" -- you know -- like a mathematical equation). He even signed his office memos with that superscript tag for as long as I can remember.
Yesterday closed the final chapter of EM2, as we laid him to rest. It was absolutely the saddest day of my entire life. Though he had been ill for two years and death was imminent in the last couple of months, that did not make this any easier. I have never felt such pain and deep sorrow.
Now that all the planning of the calling, the funeral and the burial are over and everyone has gone home, it feels as though the wind has been knocked out of me. Sometimes I can barely breathe.
He was a great and respected man whom everyone loved. His colleagues. Those who worked for him. His friends. The folks at the retirement home. And, most of all his family. He is greatly missed, and I was very proud to be his daughter.