Funeral for a Friend

(Marie - The Lady - Jon)

I was honored on November 17, 2007. You see, my friend was buried, laid to rest. I was a pallbearer. Her calling hours drew over five hundred people, paying their respects and giving their condolences. Her funeral over two hundred; many of whom had to remain outside in the thirty degree weather.

You see, my friend was buried, laid to rest.

I was a pallbearer.

Sometimes we are fortunate to know someone with the ability to love you no matter how much of a schlep you were. Always seeing the best in you. Her ability was as subtle as a spiders web. She could leave you feeling better about yourself and the world.

You see, my friend was buried, laid to rest.

I was a pallbearer.

I was honored.