Good morning

My name is Paul Kruger and I would like to apologize in advance, for I am not a preacher nor a speaker, but a close friend whom has been placed in an awkward position. This morning I hope to capture the essence of the man, whom is my friend, brother, advisor, and teacher. Sometime it is very hard to see things in perspective when you are involved.

 

The family would like to thank all of you for the flowers, and warm handshakes and sympathetic statements in the last few days,

We loved-ones are thankful for the close family and friends.

 

I ask what is the purpose of a funeral,

To pay respect for our loved one?

Perhaps.

In reality no one can preach at our funeral; we preach our own funerals while we live.

Anthony's life will continue to speak meaningful things to those that he touched as long as they live.

I know there are many things that I have not thought in the last few days that will eventually come to mind and will become a living memorial to his beloved as long as we live.


Two things influence men more than anything else, the books we read and the people we meet.

Funerals force us to reflect on life's true value.

The writer John Milton wrote

'Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.'

Funerals remind us that death is very near to all of us.

 

I will now read a short poem

that I think reflects the spirit of my

friend and brother:

 

There are men too gentle to live among wolves

Who prey upon them with I.B.M. eyes and sell their hearts and guts

for martinis at noon.

There are men too gentle for a savage world

Who dream instead of snow and children and Halloween

And wonder if the leaves will change their color soon.

 

There are men too gentle to live with wolves

Who anoint them for burial with greedy claws

And murder them for a merchants profit and gain

There are men too gentle for the corporate world

Who dream instead of candy apples and ferris wheels

And pause to hear the distant whistle of a train.

 

There are men too gentle to live among wolves

Who devour them with eager appetite and search

For other men to prey upon and suck their childhood dry

There are men too gentle for an accountants world

Who dream instead of Easter eggs and fragrant grass

And search for beauty in the mystery of the sky.

 

There are men too gentle to live among wolves

Who toss them like a lost and wounded dove.

Such gentle men are lonely in a merchants world.

Unless they have a gentle one to love.

- James Kavanaugh

 

Family friends and honored guests we are here today to celebrate the life of a man.

This man Antonio Dattorro

Not just a man but a father husband friend teacher warrior confidant and searcher.

I have been a friend confidant of his for my entire adult life having shared both joy and sorrow.

Born of a loving family, he had his youth stolen from him due to circumstances beyond him,

the Bataan death march, prisoner for four years in Niigata, Japan, he suffered transgressions that are extremely hard to comprehend, while many perished he grew up very quickly and became a survivor,

Many of the qualities that he lived by were formed at that time.

After the war, came art school.

His outlook on work can be expressed as the following:

 

Find satisfaction in your work.

Neither work to live alone, nor live to work.

But be a craftsman who takes pleasure in his accomplishments.

One could not express the depth of commitment to his work better than this.

Few of us have the ability to express our selves the way he can, look around and see the soul of him, for with a pencil or brush he shows us his heart, most men would not allow us to see their inner thoughts, and hide in bluster and pomp. A person true to himself, he would not bend in his beliefs in both word and work, to some this quality offended, to others it delighted as it is very refreshing.

Who is this man

A saint

The devil?

A mad man

Poet

A searcher, an artist, a very good human.

I believe he is all of these things.

What is this searcher?

A searcher is a person of strong belief that lives by his beliefs but never fears to question, and look for other answers.

As westerners we see life as a beginning and end, not so for Native Americans or easterns, for them life is a journey with no beginning or end. And are one with this earth.

It is expressed in the oriental thought as the yin and yang of all things.

This man lived by these things, always questioning, never judging, always accepting, he accepted all as they were, without bias or bigotry, who of us can say the same.

Once with a group of people who were discussing beliefs,

And a gal kept pushing Tony to explain his beliefs,

Never one to be silent, he said without a pause 'I believe I will have another glass of wine'.

On a more serious thought, a philosopher he is an existentialist, not of the school of Jean Paul Sartre but of the school that believes life is for the living and that it should be lived to its fullest. And that he did, there was always a presence when he was in a room.

When asked about his religious beliefs, he quoted Muhatma Gandhi, who said if I called myself, say a christian or a muslim man, with my own interpretation of the bible or the Koran, I should not hesitate to call myself either, for then hindu, christian, and muslim man would be the same terms.