Where the “past” lives on. The hearse is the strong shoulders of the tallest men. A slow and dignified walk through the village. All are comfortably quiet. A cloud of love walks with us.
Before we had some prayers and eulogies.
Soon we will inter the body and casket.
Then we will share lunch and visiting.
This funeral was remarkably peaceful because the beloved one who has “graduated” was an incredibly gentle, peaceful, kindly soul – my son-in-law’s father, Frank Isaac Whippy.. Such an angel.
Go forth in joy, Frank. We love you.
Have a blessed week, everybody.