Don Foreman wrote:

Mary said for years that she did not want a funeral if she went before
I. I never said anything until recently when that started to look
like a possibility. Then I said that maybe the many who love you
might need a funeral for closure, do you want to deny them that?

My Dad never wanted a funeral. He'd say, "If someone wants to come
traipsing halfway across the world to say how wonderful I am, let
them do it while I'm still alive."

We honored his wishes - just immediate family at my brother Dan's
house, and we ate and drank a toast to Dad, that sort of thing. I
remember after everybody ran out of stuff to say, we plopped down
in front of the TV and watched "Toy Story."

There must have been something in the air that day, it seems each
of us "got something our eye" at one time or another.

Life goes on - I remember when my Uncle Wayne died - I was about
eleven-ish; Wayne was Mom's only brother. Anyway, we went to the
funeral, and on the way to the cemetary, I noticed a dog peeing
on a tree, and thought, "Hmmm. I guess life _does_ go on."

Anyway, I wanted to share that, and it's good to hear that you're
starting to get your appetite back and getting on with stuff, and
yada yada, blah blah blah. :-)

Regards,
Rich