The Life of Gary
I attended the funeral of a good friend’s dad this weekend. It was a somber experience. The speaker was a Chaplin from Hospice of the Valley. He was an elder gentleman was a good speaker that held the audience’s attention. His speech was done in a chronological order, starting with Gary as a child, all the way until the end.
The audience was a mix of people. There was a group of guys from Gary’s work and they were very well dressed. You could see the difference from generation to generation not just in looks but in mannerisms also. Most of Lee’s friends didn’t even dress up; they were wearing jeans and t-shirts. It was the first funeral that I had been to that during the ceremony there was kids running around. It was a little weird, we are supposed to be mourning and the kids were just running amok, although some of the childrens’ antics allowed some of us the chance to smile. The speaker just rolled with it and didn’t skip a beat.
When it came time for the family to speak it was a little rough. First up was Gary’s daughter LeighAnne, she could barely speak. It was hard for her because they had had a falling out, and didn’t speak to each other for almost ten years. They had just recently reunited. She had her daughter and son next to her helping her through this emotional time.
LeighAnne’s daughter is a singer and guitar player. So in between speakers she would serenade the crowd. I was very impressed with this young woman; she was only fifteen and had an amazing voice. She sang four songs¸ the one song that I knew was Dust in the Wind by Kansas, and she nailed it.
Then it was time for my good friend Lee to get up and speak. He immediately broke down; he stated how happy he was that we all came. Lee stated that he tried to sit down and write a speech, but he couldn’t get passed a sentence or two before he lost it, which I believe worked out better for him. He spoke from the heart, told stories about his dad and how much he is going to...
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