The Star That Is My Father
In memory of  Gabby Eddleman
July 31, 1929 - December 23, 1997


A decade has passed since I touched your hand.
You are like a message written in sand.

The tide consumes the message, but the meaning is still there.
You are still with me, my senses aware.

Aware of the presence so many miss.
For you were a person not easily dismissed.

Friends, acquaintances and strangers, people touched by your measure.
Approach me with their memories, allowing me to share their treasure.

And your treasure has grown, since you passed away.
Three grandchildren born, "Schick-a-dook" you would say.

Six grandchildren in all, branch out your tree.
Each one aware of their grandfather Gabby.

Aware of the legend you left behind.
The billiard league that thrives, and your being genuinely kind.

If heaven exists, that's where you are.
Greeting others who have joined you, brightening your star.

The star that is my father shall never grow dim.
The memories keep it bright for me and for them.

For all who miss my dad, I am sure they understand .
He is like a message written in sand.

The tide consumes the message, but the meaning is still there.
He is still with us, our senses aware.


Sadly missed by
Sharon, Susan, Mary Ann, Mark & Robert Eddleman
and all other relations and friends who knew him