Living Hixon

My dad died a little over two months ago. I can hardly think about it without tears pouring out uninvited. Nothing dramatic. No long cry, just unwelcome tears that show up ever so silently and without any fanfare. I have so much to say about who my dad was to me in my life and the void I feel without him here on earth. But for tonight I'm just going to post his eulogy. I wrote it in just a few short hours. Ironically he was the one who taught me to write something that made sense, something worth presenting and something worthy of other's time. He was the one who was the great speaker and the incredible storyteller. To write this was a sacred privilege that I will treasure forever.  He was one of the great ones.  Merlyn Poppleton Eulogy I had a little girl who loved to play dress up. Each morning she would get up and put one outfit on after the next. It could be 10-12 different ‘costumes’ within an hour. Some of those outfits or costumes didn’t even come off before she put the...