About a month ago two boys stumbled upon a “partial skeleton” (as the media calls it) on the Cedar Point break wall near where my Father’s accident was.
Authorities assumed it to be my father but we had to wait for DNA testing to make a match since the body was so badly decomposed it was un-identifiable. We were told it would take a few months, so we just had to sit and wait.
Monday was the 9 month anniversary from the day of the accident, and on Monday we got the call from the Lucas County Coroner that they had positively matched the DNA to be my
It is such a relief to have found him so we can bring him home and properly put him to rest. I will never have to wonder where he is and if we will ever find him.
Today I had to meet with the funeral home and rabbi to plan the burial. It’s weird having to plan the same persons funeral twice. Although this time it was different because I had to pick out a plot and a casket.
It was also weird knowing that I was in the same building as my Dad and yet I would not be able to look at him one last time, hug him one last time, or just touch him one last time since I would never want to have that image in my head.
I was told he really doesn’t look like a person at all. However, I was told not to believe what the media says and that it wasn’t just a partial skeleton. Almost all of him was there and it wasn’t just bones. There were some tissue and organs - not to get too graphic.
I wrote my Dad a letter so I can put it in his casket with him and he can take the words I wrote with him into eternity. I wrote the letter about 5 times. It’s really hard trying to say everything you want to say to someone who means everything to you. It is hard to express just how much you love, respect and care for a person more than anyone else in the world. My Dad was such a good man and I will never understand why or how this happened… It will always be on my mind. But I am grateful that we are able to properly lay him to rest the way he deserves.
I love you so much, Dad.
“…rest in the deep…”