My Father's Cremation
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My name is Marisa Malone and I am the daughter and only child to Richard Malone.
I first remember meeting my father when I was eight years old in my home town of Big Bear Lake, CA. I'll never forget walking into my great grandmother's house and seeing him for the first time. His hair was thick and dark like mine and his laugh was contagious. I knew instantly he was my dad.
I got to know him pretty well after that. He taught me how to throw a football, punch, and make homemade pizza. He was funny, boisterous, lighthearted, and free. Although these were his best traits they were also his worst.
My dad struggled much of his adult life and majority of the time was aloof on his own adventures, yet I always knew he loved me.
My dad called, sent gifts (often times monster trucks and tool kits) and sent me a card for every holiday, even halloween! It was when I met him I figured out he deep down always wanted a boy because he nicknamed me Bubba. I didn't mind, in fact I embraced it. I loved it. Being a tomboy of course helped but that just made me feel a connection I had never felt before. One that I saw my friends share with their fathers.
In recent years my dad and I became relatively close. We would talk on so many subjects only to find out we shared many beliefs on many issues. You name it religion, politics, humanities, movies, music. There was no doubt this man was my father.
I have just received news that my dad has passed away and as his next of kin it is my duty to take care of my father.
Because of past family history and unresolved issues it appears I am the only one willing to care for this process to be as delicate as possible. Considering I am only 22 and in college with a parttime job you could imagine the dilemma I am in.
All the money would be used to cremate my father so he can rest with me. I cannot bare to think of any other option. There will be no funeral or memorial service to celebrate his life which is why it would mean the world to me and to my father to at least return him to the one person who has loved him despite the past.
My father always loved me and always made sure I KNEW it.
Any donations would be greatly appreciated.
I first remember meeting my father when I was eight years old in my home town of Big Bear Lake, CA. I'll never forget walking into my great grandmother's house and seeing him for the first time. His hair was thick and dark like mine and his laugh was contagious. I knew instantly he was my dad.
I got to know him pretty well after that. He taught me how to throw a football, punch, and make homemade pizza. He was funny, boisterous, lighthearted, and free. Although these were his best traits they were also his worst.
My dad struggled much of his adult life and majority of the time was aloof on his own adventures, yet I always knew he loved me.
My dad called, sent gifts (often times monster trucks and tool kits) and sent me a card for every holiday, even halloween! It was when I met him I figured out he deep down always wanted a boy because he nicknamed me Bubba. I didn't mind, in fact I embraced it. I loved it. Being a tomboy of course helped but that just made me feel a connection I had never felt before. One that I saw my friends share with their fathers.
In recent years my dad and I became relatively close. We would talk on so many subjects only to find out we shared many beliefs on many issues. You name it religion, politics, humanities, movies, music. There was no doubt this man was my father.
I have just received news that my dad has passed away and as his next of kin it is my duty to take care of my father.
Because of past family history and unresolved issues it appears I am the only one willing to care for this process to be as delicate as possible. Considering I am only 22 and in college with a parttime job you could imagine the dilemma I am in.
All the money would be used to cremate my father so he can rest with me. I cannot bare to think of any other option. There will be no funeral or memorial service to celebrate his life which is why it would mean the world to me and to my father to at least return him to the one person who has loved him despite the past.
My father always loved me and always made sure I KNEW it.
Any donations would be greatly appreciated.
Organizer
Marisa Malone
Organizer
Pacifica, CA