Request Reprint Send us your request to reprint copyrighted material. I left the funeral service reeling from good advice and Psalms. As it should be.
Funerals are the strangest compressions of time.
With verse or smiling anecdote, you feebly attempt to condense the essence of a person. John Boston Mr. SCV Their life. Their particular gift to society. You get pulled to extreme, rubbery angles, trying to pay respects to the living, to yourself and your own private thoughts and feelings about that person who, in the absolute spiritual truth of it, may live on forever in another form, in another dimension, in a better place, Heaven, Valhalla, but who can't indulge in the simple act of calling you anymore on the phone. It's funny how we're so particular and absolute in our youth.