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In a small modest funeral home in Crockett.
The Houston VA Cemetery sent up an honor guard from the Marines - 2 soldiers to fold the flag, one to play Taps. He was in the service from '64 to '68.
His mom used to work for my grandmother, so I've known her for nearly 40 years. Now that my parents are gone, we've adopted Dolores as our mom.
Now that I've gotten older and funerals are more common, I have learned the art of funeral oration. My part (that I have taken) was the secular literary words of comfort.
These were my two quotes:
The last paragraph of The Bridge of San Luis Rey, a 1927 novel by Thornton Wilder.
"Even now," she thought, "almost no one remembers Esteban and Pepita, but myself. Camila alone remembers her Uncle Pio and her son; this woman, her mother. But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning."
And Shakespeare. The death of Hamlet:
"Good night sweet prince. And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!"
:cry:
Semper fideles, Westly.
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