I got email from my mom today. Apparently, some former colleagues of my dad’s planted a tree and staked a plaque at the tree in memory of my dad. The site was a golf course where he’d organized a bunch of golf outings for the organization. The email included this forwarded message from a former colleague of my dad’s:
“John, Bert and Amy Coghill from Silver Lake Country Club have planted a tree as a memorial to Marty. Kop-Flex and AIST have placed a plaque at the base of the tree to commemorate Marty’s long career with Kop-Flex and his dedication to the AIST organization. The tree is a Red Horse Chestnut and is located on the number 1 hole on the south course about half way down the left hand side of the fairway. We as a group felt that since Marty has planned so many wonderful golf outings for us over the years that he should have a place to watch over the outing for many years to come. The Coghill family welcomes you and your family to come and see the tree and plaque anytime you wish.”
My mom was clearly very moved, and I am, too. It was a lovely thing to do. But wow, seeing his name and dates of birth and death on the photo of the plaque really stung me.