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BORN
1966
DIED
2021
Richard Pavlov Memoriam
A Dad's Lament
Day does not begin nor close without your precious memory,
And many times throughout for Carla, Dylan, your Mom and me
A most heartbreaking year has now so painfully been endured
Yet peace and hope abound, through God's hands so ensured
From infant to avid teen to devout spouse and loving dad,
You were without question, the best friend that we'd ever had.
Son, an angel by Mom and Dad standards you always were;
Humble and valiant, prognosis discouraging could never deter
Childhood memories flood into the sanctity of heart anguished
Frolicking days of youth and summer have long now vanished
The French River, perilous rapids, moxie and daring bravado
Skilled training of Labs Dana and Jesse, from a time long ago
Golfer extraordinaire in my heart you'd always remain;
Dad's Master's champ without accolade, herald or Tiger's fame
A Mac grad, engineer and musician so very dad-like,
I long to hear your Strat chimingly close very Mark Knofler-like
I miss you alongside the piano just you Uncle George and me;
Tunes by U2 and some bluesy bluegrass three chord harmony
Mom and me got a ride on up to 'Hampton to bid final goodbye;
To tell you how much we love you, trying damn hard not to cry.
Goodbye is forever; can't bring myself to utter that biting reality
"See you again, I love you Son" candid words flowed so readily
Hands all joined in prayer, "Thy will be done" did solace me not;
Your pulsing grip on my palm told "Dad, don't be distraught"
A gray Grey-Bruce foreboding sky bade us ominous farewell;
A bursting ray of sunlight, that rainbow, what did it foretell?
Was the sun-dog in the heavens one of Nature's phenomenon?
Or did God's Son answer prayer of — "Let-Thy-Will-Be-Done"?
Forever in our hearts, eternal love Mom, Dad, Carla & Dylan
Day does not begin nor close without your precious memory,
And many times throughout for Carla, Dylan, your Mom and me
A most heartbreaking year has now so painfully been endured
Yet peace and hope abound, through God's hands so ensured
From infant to avid teen to devout spouse and loving dad,
You were without question, the best friend that we'd ever had.
Son, an angel by Mom and Dad standards you always were;
Humble and valiant, prognosis discouraging could never deter
Childhood memories flood into the sanctity of heart anguished
Frolicking days of youth and summer have long now vanished
The French River, perilous rapids, moxie and daring bravado
Skilled training of Labs Dana and Jesse, from a time long ago
Golfer extraordinaire in my heart you'd always remain;
Dad's Master's champ without accolade, herald or Tiger's fame
A Mac grad, engineer and musician so very dad-like,
I long to hear your Strat chimingly close very Mark Knofler-like
I miss you alongside the piano just you Uncle George and me;
Tunes by U2 and some bluesy bluegrass three chord harmony
Mom and me got a ride on up to 'Hampton to bid final goodbye;
To tell you how much we love you, trying damn hard not to cry.
Goodbye is forever; can't bring myself to utter that biting reality
"See you again, I love you Son" candid words flowed so readily
Hands all joined in prayer, "Thy will be done" did solace me not;
Your pulsing grip on my palm told "Dad, don't be distraught"
A gray Grey-Bruce foreboding sky bade us ominous farewell;
A bursting ray of sunlight, that rainbow, what did it foretell?
Was the sun-dog in the heavens one of Nature's phenomenon?
Or did God's Son answer prayer of — "Let-Thy-Will-Be-Done"?
Forever in our hearts, eternal love Mom, Dad, Carla & Dylan
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Published by The Hamilton Spectator on Feb. 26, 2022.
