CURSE, BLESS ME NOW WITH YOUR FIERCE TEARS, I PRAY
Thu Jul 17, 2008

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.
--Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"
Here's the obituary I wrote for my Dad, who passed away just a few days ago:
Peter Schilling let go of the world he loved on Sunday, July 13. He was a wonderful Dad, friend to countless people, a teacher, activist, card player, film lover and avid reader, handyman, and a magician of exquisite talent. He would perform sleight of hand with a simple yet complex grace, tricks that grew in wonder as they progressed, surprising even the most hardened cynic. But Peter was magical in every sense of the word: small gestures of kindness toward everyone, a devout commitment to justice and peace, and an ability to uncover beauty in even the most mundane. Thanks to his passion for life, he leaves this world a better place.
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