Sunday, December 27, 2015
I attended Colonel's funeral today. It was a sad affair, as most funerals are. But one of speakers said he didn't think that Colonel would have wanted anyone to be sad. I believe that, too. However, there were many, many tears shed.
As Colonel had been a pilot with the fire department, they were well represented at the funeral. They took turns standing guard on either side of the casket. Next to the casket there was a display of pictures. I saw my name on a piece of paper. Upon closer inspection, I recognized it as an email I had sent Colonel. He had asked me to send him copies of some photos I had taken of him at Loyola Park boxing gym. On the email was a picture of him hitting the heavy bag that I had taken.
Colonel was very good looking as a young man. There were plenty of photos showing him as a soldier in Vietnam. A particularly nice picture showed Colonel sitting on a couch with his wife; they made for a very attractive couple.
The person who oversaw the funeral at the funeral home told us near the end that although we'll miss him, we have to let Colonel go. It was true, but it is still hard for me to come to terms with the fact that someone who was so lively is gone.
Alan drove me home and he said, "Everything starts up again tomorrow." It will be a short work week. People will be gearing up to show out for New Year's Eve. Life goes on. But a void created when a much loved person makes their transition doesn't close up so easily.