We had our visitation Thursday night. As such events go, not a bad evening. We opted not to have a lot of the sad 'funeral' music so prevalent, except for 'Taps' and 'Eternal Father, Strong To Save' (the Hymn of the US Navy, among others). Mostly the background was the old-school country music Frank was so fond of. The final selection before Honors was one of his favorites, 'Thank God (And Greyhound), You're Gone'. Somehow I can't help that it was a heavenly parting shot from him to all of us.
Now, you're probably thinking 'If that was one of his fave songs, he musta been a real hick'. Perhaps. Most of the people in town have a bit of hick in them-even yours truly. That part of northwest Illinois is not exactly the state's center of culture. Possibly we're the state's center of what my Aussie friends would call 'boganism' mixed with some good ol' Yank river rat.
At any rate, I saw some folks I'd not seen or thought about in years-decades in a few cases-and caught with a couple of auld mates from school who stopped by.
A few laughs, and not so many tears. As it should be. Personally I'd like my visitation/funeral to be like in the first 30 seconds of this clip from 'Red Dwarf'.
Time now to move forward. Thanks all for your support, everyone-much appreciated.
I see now that there's a big lot of cleaning up to do, most of you have scurried off like Big Bad Al's RoboRoach. Nice.
Much to do now. Ta.