Under the Sun

My father, Alan Steward, recently passed away after a long bout with prostate cancer. I wrote the following eulogy for his memorial.

Alan was a man.
A man with ideals.
A man with dreams.
He spent his life breathing life into his dreams.
He worked to make his dreams real.

When we look around, we see the result of his work.
Looking at his work, we can see the dreams.
We can see the man.
His works appear to me as monuments
to beauty, creativity, optimism and love.

Now that he is gone, the world is a dimmer place.
His living force that strove to build and sustain these monuments is no longer here, and I can tell.

However, he has left a legacy even greater than these monuments. And that is his example.
His example inspires me to dream.
His example inspires me to work.
His example inspires me to live.