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November 19, 2007




what a great description of the funeral; it brought back many surprisingly good memories of my grandmothers' funerals and how we did the same with our kids, ie. taking them into a situation where people wouldn't be weeping and wailing but instead celebrating a life well lived. The grave and the shovels of dirt really hit home as I remember when my Jewish grandmother died and we did the same for her on a cold day at the cemetery in Sharon.

Glad the day is over for you and that it will be filled with mostly good memories.



I can only hope I'll be so lucky to live a long, happy life and have so many people remember me kindly. Thanks for telling us about it.

Also, since you like music: Yesterday on the Prairie Home Companion, Garrison Keller had occassion to remember a good friend who passed away recently. The song he picked have sung for this person was "I'll Fly Away" which I decided will be the song at my funeral.
The song is about 9 minutes in on Segment 3 of this recording - easily skipped to. http://prairiehome.publicradio.org/programs/2007/11/17/


Thanks, Susan -- that's a lovely version! I have the one from the "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" soundtrack, done by Alison Krauss and Gillian Welch, which is exquisite.

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