This morning we attended Bill McLafferty's services. I have never been in a room with so many lawyer's and judges, and I didn't realize how obvious they are identified as such. I confirmed again how much I dislike funerals (I don't like hospitals and banks, but for different reasons). One of the reasons is that they tend to mind me of my own volatility and vulnerability. This, I'm sure is a post-50 reaction. I assume that I will be attending more and more funerals as my friends pass. I read the obituaries frequently and do see people listed that I know. Of course, I'm relieved when I don't see my own name... Actually, I think my toughest year was forty-six, because that was the age that my mother died. It was hard for me to accept that I would live longer. I'm not exactly sure why, but it did.
Unfortunately, weddings and funerals drive me to tears. Bill's kids did a great job of reminiscing about their dad, which of course, got me to tears.
I have never been to a service for a judge, never mind the Grand Knight of the Knight's of Columbus. Many of the Knights that were in attendance in full regalia, which included feathered hats, bright satin capes and swords.
I learned a lot about Bill that I didn't know. The most important of which, that I was privileged to have known someone that so many , many others deemed great.
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