My husband has the camera for a few days.
I went to a funeral today for someone who I didn't know well but he was always really nice to me (sudden and unexpected heart attack). I will miss him very much. I feel like I saw him just the other day. I wish I would have talked to him just a little bit longer. There was so much I didn't know about him, about his life. I guess that's always how it is when someone dies --that the segment of time in their lives that we knew them is one slice of the pie in the whole person. He was kind. I didn't realize until today that I always felt safe talking to him. The head priest (there were six at the service, which apparently never happens. . . and the full choir. He had played the church organ as his profession, which I never knew. He played piano too. He'd play for friends a lot.) said he had considered him to be a close friend.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMub1_CdOrQ
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