I've just come back from attending a Memorial Service for a recently deceased neighbor. Short and lovely, it included taps, a gun salute and the presentation of the flag to the widow. Yes, the deceased had been a veteran. I was touched by the entire ceremony.
This person had largely kept to himself, and the service was attended by his small family and a few neighbors and friends. It wasn't big. It wasn't lavish. Yet it held honor. It struck me then, that no matter what kind of life a person lived, no matter what state his or her mind, having a funeral service of any kind breaths respect and reverence into the life he or she led.
It was beautiful that this person could have the kind of respect his memorial service garnered.
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