Father Chili’s memorial service was perfectly lovely. I am certain that he would be pleased.
There was music (including a REALLY long and complex piece by Brahams; about a third of the way into it, I leaned in to Bean and said “WOW! Come for the funeral; stay for the concert! That choir has some stamina!”), all the “children” – Dad’s youngest children are Mr. Chili and Bruder, and they’ll be 52 this May – and most of the grandchildren spoke, and everyone made it through their pieces with aplomb. Lovely things were said by Dad’s friends and colleagues, and we all left with happy memories of a man who lived a really good and admirable life.
It was an entirely satisfying ritual, and while I didn’t feel I needed it, I’m glad we did it.