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When my grandfather passed away I was asked to speak at his memorial. After all, I was the one in the family who had a way with words. Thinking about the man he was and the impact he had on not only my life, but literally everyone he'd ever met...."Home" was born. He was the funniest and kindest man I've ever known. He doted on my sisters and I so much that folks we had never met before knew exactly who we were.
His memorial service ended up being standing room only. And we could all imagine him chuckling about how he'd never been that popular a day in his life. That was his sense of humor to a T.
This is probably my favorite piece I've ever written. It came from a place where I was grappling with his loss while trying to not fall apart. A place where there was a deep seeded need to honor not only who he was but everything he had taught me. These words were the only way I knew how.
Written on March 2, 2003 in loving memory of Alex Paul Brumer.
(Please keep in mind that this was written as a spoken word piece)
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