It has been several years since I attended a funeral of someone to whom I was close. That one was so surprising and interesting that I hardly thought to shed a tear.
However.
I think Bill's family is a lot more sentimental than the family of my dear friend. I think there will be a lot of crying. Seeing someone cry almost always gets me misted up at a minimum. I hate to cry in public.
This is what I'm going to do: I'm going to think of my favorite memories of him. I like to think of Bob seeing the funny side of life, like Alicia in her sneakers and wedding gown. I like to think of his playing parlor games on an almost-weekly basis for 30 years with my mother-in-law and the same other couple. I like to think of his shooting a deer deep in the woods and hauling it out by himself--with his wooden left leg. I like to think of hearing his Korean War stories about his better-than-perfect eyesight.
I'm almost looking forward to the funeral to hear some other good stories about him!
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