THE LEGACY THE WORLD WAS BLIND TO

DEDICATED TO A MAN THAT THE WORLD DID NOT KNOW WAS ALIVE.

(08/06/1940-27/10/2008)

HE WAS ALIVE.

HE DID LIVE.

JUST BECAUSE HE WAS NOT KNOWN FOR ANYTHING DOES NOT MEAN HE DID NOTHING OR DID NOT ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING.

HE WAS AND STILL IS MY FATHER.

HE LOVED ME WITH A LOVE INDESCRIBABLE.

AND I LOVED HIM.

I NEVER TOLD HIM THAT.

THIS IS TO LET THE WORLD KNOW HE DID INDEED EXIST!

HE LEFT A MARK ON THIS WORLD.

HE CHANGED THIS WORLD.

HE MADE HIS ACCOMPLISHMENTS.

HE WAS AND IS MY FATHER.

JOHN DAVID BUCKLEY.

Sixty-eight years.

Quietly.

No good-bye.

Peacefully, falling asleep.

Waking up in eternity.

All the missed opportunities.

Separated.

Estranged.

He did the best anyone could.

He carried his own burden through his life.

He carried my burden,

He carried my sister's burden,

He carried my brother's burden,

He carried his beloved's burden.

And did so without a whimper or complaint.

Even when down on his knee.

He always found the strength to get back up.

The strength to carry on.

It was God in him.

The same God I saw, in him.

He taught us to love God.

He taught us who God was.

And introduced us to Jesus.

In spirit he was there the night Jesus became my Saviour.

My father saved my life.

Without his humble and quiet means I would not be here.

I remember holding his hand.

I remember the fun we had.

I remember watching our beloved Maple Leafs.

Together.

He always laughed.

I always laugh.

But one day, to us both, that laughter ceased.

And the world took us far away from each other.

But somehow we found our way back to each other.

HEY WORLD!!!

THIS IS MY DAD,

JOHN DAVID BUCKLEY!

YOU NEVER  KNEW HIM.

NOW YOU DO!

The world is worse off for his passing.

He lived, I live.

I carry his flame in my heart and soul.

This is his legacy.

That he loved and was loved.

IS loved!

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY